Anyway, my uncle owns a bar in Chicago and I "helped" out there before you all abducted me. He had a regular by the name of Charlie who came in every Friday for exactly three beers. that's all normal stuff, obviously. but he also carried a human skull that belonged to his grandmother. apparently he was raised by her and when she passed he paid off the mortician to give him the skull as a keepsake. I don't know how they did it, or how much money was exchanged, but he would put the skull on the bar counter while he drank and watched sports. He also occasionally "fed" the skull peanuts too.