 So they would buy like any antique piece of junk and just cram it in the house. Borderline hoarders with all this antique stuff around. So like I own virtually nothing that's old. And then my mom had like plants everywhere. I cannot – if I walk into a house and there's plants, I'm like, I'm out. I'm out. Like I don't have a single living thing in my house other than me and Annabelle. Like there's no plants. There's no any of it. So when you guys say, oh, it's ornate and it looks –