The Feng Shui woman is not prepared for Grandpop and his harem. He has taken over one of the upstairs bedrooms. He is loud, smells of sulfur and brimstone and a general nuisance. All of this began the day he was buried. As the Feng Shui woman approaches the top of the stairs, she hears the trumpet of an elephant, the roar of a lion and the crazy laugh of a hyena. All coming from the last bedroom.