What's more disquieting: life-size wax figures of infamous murderers or a guy who thinks they'd make a great addition to his home decor? We vote for the latter. It's hard to be sure why anyone would want to greet Jack the Ripper anytime they head down to the basement to do laundry, but as Martin Senescu discovers before long, there's a price to pay for turning your house into a bootleg version of Madame Tussauds. We knew there was a reason we always avoided that place.