Brigitte and Ginger Fitzgerald have completely and thoroughly expressed themselves by their room

Brigitte and Ginger Fitzgerald have completely and thoroughly expressed themselves by their room. They don't express themselves by having posters of Kurt Cobain and other media members. No, they hang pictures of them doing their favourite hobby; staging their own deaths. They put up "death poems" and surround the single piece of paper with four pictures of their deaths, two from each sister. Brigitte's deaths are more artistic, and not as gore-filled as her sister's. B's deaths include her: strangling herself with a clown-faced helium balloon over her own head, being electrocuted with Christmas lights, having a pitchfork shoved through her neck, and, amongst others, being drowned in various locations, including a deep freeze. Ginge's deaths include her: having sawed her own stomach and neck with an electric saw, being run over by a minivan, being crushed by the garage door, being impaled on a white-picket fence, and last but not least, Ginger has been run over by a lawnmower, smoking a cigarette and her guts spewed out all over the place. They also have double deaths in which they have poisoned "tea parties". The walls, painted their favourite colours (purple and green), are littered, yet organized, with these pictures of their staged deaths, Polaroids of themselves being random, drawings of random stuff such as bugs, teeth, and skulls, all taped onto the walls with black electrical tape. Despite having, somewhat, organized walls, the rest of the room is a colossic disaster of randomness. Their floor is covered from view by clothes, (mostly skirts and sweaters), books on just about anything, various implements that help them make deaths, a random sun umbrella hanging from the ceiling, and, of course, just about anything else imaginable; take for instance, rubber mice and discarded globes. Hanging from the ceiling are two blue beaded "curtains" that dangle to the foot of their beds, and neons above which cast an ethereal purple and green haze about the room. Between the parallel twin beds is a single wooden nightstand with a black digital alarm clock that switches onto the local radio station at seven-thirty each weekday morning, and many candles which light the room at night. Above the nightstand is a picture that has two somewhat cartoony skulls with "forever" written below them. On the small rectangular window, which is located above the picture and large enough for the sisters to sneak out of, is a red sarong that blocks out light during the day. So, have you ever seen a room that expresses two people so fully and not even have a single picture of Kurt Cobain in it?