I will always remember taking you to the Pig Hip in San Antonio, Texas to watch the look of fear and amusement at our local cuisine. It was not as difficult to obtain the skull of Mr. Howard Phillips Lovecraft, the greatest dark fantasist of the Twentieth Century, as Mr. Wilcox had imagined it would be. Mr. Wilcox had a great deal of money. His grandfather had had a lot of money. His father had much more than his grandfather, and the end of the Wilcox line was a tycoon.
Money can open many doors.
Mr. Wilcox was very, very sure that it was Lovecraft's skull. He had insisted on a video of the disinterment. He had another video of the cleaning of the gravemold. He had his agent present during the transporting of the object. It was quite a collector's coup.