It's my room, I know who's who. The picture is of my best friend Gary, who died over 30 years ago now. It's not like I'm gonna get ****ing confused, now is it?
I have limited space: behind Ritchie's little coffin you can just see a glimpse of that of Debbie and Spooky, who both went years before him.
If I remember correctly, that DVR hold some of my terrible, terrible music which must never, ever, under any circumstances be heard by human ears other than mine, or the world will implode, or the Seventh Seal will be opened, or certainly some bad **** will happen.