It will be a garage door front, with boxes of crap you can go through along the walls.
Oil stains from the Corvette will be there, but Hunter is selling that at his first opportunity.
Don’t forget the photos of his burned-out kitchen where he and his cat almost died, memorabilia of his Uncle Ambrose being eaten by cannibals in New Guinea, the official record of Beau’s death in Iraq, the watch Joe wore and repeatedly looked at while the casket’s of the 13 Marines killed at Hamid Karzai International Airport in Kabul were being transported, the bike he fell off, and the pedal clips that locked his feet in place, while riding in Gordon’s Pond State Park near Rehoboth, Delaware, the airplane stairs he fell twice going up on, the stage he tripped and fell on after handing out diplomas to Air Force Academy graduates, the special shoes made for Joe so he wouldn’t fall over, a replica of Hunter’s laptop, a duplicate of the bag of cocaine found in the White House, a replica of Hunter’s contract with Burisma, some of Hunter’s unsold paintings, receipts from the Secret Service for all the years they rented out a cottage on his Delaware property, a handful of his hair plugs, etc. Feel free to add on to the list.