My great grandfather was a German immigrant who loved his second language. I only visited his home once, I was about 11 or 12, and he'd been dead since before I was born, but his son (my great-uncle) still lived there.
Going to the basement to see the presses (he was a printer), I noticed there was a cardboard cutout of a duck tacked on the wall above the doorway.
As soon as the words, "What's that there for?" left my mouth, I hid my head on the top of the low door frame.
Gotta appreciate a man who can come up with something like that in a different language...