"I don't know, someone must have sold a whole bunch of them at once," she says, making a face before she drops the painting unceremoniously and pulls another poster out of the pile. It's not another Godzilla poster, but it is a pretty cool print from Psycho and she turns it around with a shrug. She's not really the movie poster type, it's not the kind of decoration she tends to put up on her walls, but it's still pretty neat looking and she doesn't know what kinds of movies he likes, but it's better than a lot of the other options in here.

"Hey, there's a VCR," she says, suddenly remembering why they're here. It looks like it might actually be in pretty good shape, too, far less than a million years old, which was pretty much what she's been expecting to find. "Which is apparently a better find than another Godzilla poster, because I'd hate to have to deliver a eulogy, I'm shit at stuff like that." She can talk a lot, but she really doesn't love the idea of having to stand up in front of a bunch of grieving people and say nice things without crying. That's just not something she imagines she'll ever be any good at.