My grandparents had such an interesting house; it was full of a lot of junk. Looking back, I think they may have been hoarders. This might be why my mom kept things so immaculate.
I liked going over there as a kid, though. What kid doesn't like to explore the nooks and crannies of a house full of stuff? There was always a corner I hadn't gotten in to! They had newspapers from years past, magazines that had never been read, eclectic furniture pieces, stuffed animals (my favorite), and clocks.
The only clock that was actually hung, though, was this basic digital wall clock. It's neon lights kind of pierced your eyes in a way that made you not want to look at it.
I've seen the same clocks at comedy clubs; you know when you look at the operating booth and you can see the digital clock counting down how much time the comic has? Like that.