A vaguely similar anecdote: My grandfather, a taciturn, unsentimental Quaker mechanical engineer, was given the job of preparing a Methodist church to be a Qua

A vaguely similar anecdote: My grandfather, a taciturn, unsentimental Quaker mechanical engineer, was given the job of preparing a Methodist church to be a Quaker meetinghouse. The church had tall stained glass windows, but Quaker meetings are un- or minimally adorned. Well, Dan was a competent, efficient fellow. In short order the meeting was fit for occupancy again. The stained glass windows were gone except for a rose window. Some time after some of the Methodists came by asking what had become of the tall stained glass windows. They were memorial windows and they wanted to keep them as memorials. No one knew. Questions went around. Eventually someone asked Dan. He said they were under the gravel in the parking lot. What! Why are they there!? He just said, "they were ugly." I hope the spare pieces of the Night Watch weren't ugly, and if they were, the job of fitting them to the space wasn't given to some 18th century Dan.