The Undertaker lowered the jar and turned to his housemate. The edges of his lips turned up in a grin.

"Oh, it is something very precious, indeed. They say the eyes are a window the the soul." His own eyes might have flashed an eerie yellow beneath the wide brimmed hat and thick silver bangs that hid them from view. "These eyes that witnessed every memory the creature had... isn't that a won~derful memorial to have on the mantle?"