My grandfather was a weird guy. He never told anybody about his past and he had an office in the basement of his house that has an eerie atmosphere about it. They guy was supposed to be a minister and a publisher of children's safety pamplets. Why did he need a huge desk with a leather chair and all kinds of those fancy glass bottles you put wine in for? And he must have had five or six filing cabinets down there. A couple of nice leather chairs facing the desk. Hmm... And when he died we found a big, black Mafia-style coat in his closet. All the drawers of the desk were locked too, and no one could find a key.

Then again, the guy WAS from Norway.