"Lucius" became a member of the family back in 1996 when my wife and I lived in a small one bedroom apartment. He was saved from an early grave at the local dump by my wife, who worked in retail at the time. He had a large crack at the base of his neck nearly decapitating his head from the body. After a little TLC he became a rather nice uniform "hanger". When we moved into our next home and started a family, Lucius was packed away for want of room and of the fear the kids would be freaked out. Now that we have plenty of spare room in our present house, Lucius has come out of his cardboard coffin and has joined the family again, this time as guardian to the down stairs French doors.
It's a bit sad to know that Lucius looks better than most reenactors out there and is getting more use out of my uniform and gear than I will!