Couldn't stop, wouldn't stop, didn't see why anyone would ask.

What kind of architect designs a church by hanging it upside down from a shed ceiling?

How do you paint a wild bird at exact life size without it moving?

What kind of man spends sixty-three years perfecting the instructions for his own stuffed body?

What was the greatest composer in Europe doing upstairs that kept soaking the ceiling below?

What if the sheet music tattooed across a damned soul's buttocks in a 500-year-old painting of Hell turns out to be... actually playable?

The man whose equations run every JPEG, MP3, and MRI scan came back from Egypt convinced heat was the secret to staying alive — and wore several overcoats indoors, in summer, until it killed him.

What does a 59-year-old Baptist preacher do when a face appears in a smudge of paint on his fingertip and tells him to start painting?

What does a billionaire do when the hotel manager tries to evict him from the suite he refuses to leave?

What kind of master criminal steals a Gainsborough, then sleeps on top of her for twenty-five years?

What does the richest man in America do when a photographer finally catches him on the street at age 80?

What does a sixteen-year-old do when his mother hides his clothes to keep him from following his father to the executioner?

He calculated that ten hours of punching holes produced ten seconds of music, and he kept punching for forty years.