Edward was born in a factory with his brothers and sisters. It was cold, it was dark. Edward was then brought to the Orphanage where he resided in a blanket of plastic packaging wondering if he would ever find a home. He was very happy to be adopted and given his very own glass dome, complete with a hand painted and hand crafted coffin and a broken guitar. The moss at his feet reminded him so much of graveyards he heard only existed in heaven. He has since lived on the dining table of Des. Been the subjects of jokes ‘Edward is watching us eat, i think Edward is hungry.’ Edward is home.