Did I ever tell you about my Burt Reynolds poster that I kept in the kitchen? James, my homophobic boyscout roommate, threatened to burn Burt. I made it clear that I had no qualms about setting his bed on fire if that were to happen.
Burt was never harmed, but whenever people came over and asked questions, I told them the poster belonged to James.
I later gave Burt to Amanda, who hung him in her bathroom. Someone stole him. I have no doubt that he is being loved, admired, and adored some other place.