I dare you to pry the church organ out of my cold, dead hands
Not meaning to pry into an obviously personal matter, but were your hands amputated by a doctor, or were you the victim of a violent psycho? And what's the deal with the church organ?
Your comment reminds me of the Haunch of Venison, an ancient pub I've been to in Salisbury, England. Set in the wall is a mummified hand that was chopped from the arm of a cheating card player in the pub about 300 years ago.
I love England.
Getting back to things, the organ may be a controversial feature of Greek Orthodox churches, but in Latin Catholicism it is very traditional. And I love it. I'm a bit biased, perhaps, because the sound of those glorious pipes combined with sacred polyphony turns me into this: