Jeremy: Tell me something, Portifoy. During all those thirty years you have been waiting hand and foot on that dying blob of flesh upstairs, you didn't know there was a nephew in the woodwork... did you, Portifoy?
Portifoy: Nor did your uncle, sir.
Jeremy: Well, now you do. So dwell on it, Portifoy.
Host: Good evening and welcome to a private showing of three painting, shown here for the first time. Each is a collector's item in its own way. Not because of any special artistic quality but because each captures on a canvas, suspends in time and space a frozen moment of a nightmare. Our initial offering, a small Gothic item in blacks and grays, a piece of the past known as the family crypt. This one we call simply The Cemetery, offered to you now, six feet of earth and all that it contains. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Night Gallery.