So I have been bit by bit cleaning my room and bagging up S2BX's stuff. It is hard, as it reminds of the good times as well as the bad. I have thrown away his precious recorded dvds of his shows. Now he never labeled them so who knows what is on what, but he was so obsessed with recording them it is funny. Bagged up his clothes, was ok untill I bagged up the shirt he wore at our wedding. He was such a different person then, not even close to who he is now. Found all the tooth fairy letters he wrote to the kids. I bagged those up for him too. they are his, and they will all go in "his" shed. I will keep them for him for awhile after he gets out, and then will donate every thing. bit by bit it is becoming my room, and I like that. I never liked spending any time in there, it was so cluttered with his stuff. At the same time it is kinda hard, bitter sweet.