The wistful despair of the piano made me imagine that Satan had trapped Michael's soul in the bust for eternity, rotating on his pedestal. For the next 40 years he will get a 360 degree view of some obsessive German fan's "Michael Room"... Thousands of framed pictures of the many different faces that he had over his lifetime cover the walls. He was never happy with any of them. He hated the faces so much that he had someone slice them with a scalpel. Now he must see every one of them. Every 30 seconds.