Could you imagine though–someone coming into Medusa’s gallery, looks around, stops. 

“Hey, is that Mr. Benson? What the hell? Hey, Madam Em, I didn’t know you knew him, too. His disappearance was pretty sudden. When did you make this? You have it down to a T! You even sculpted his mole and that hair–”

Em would just be like, “Talent, Darling. Say, could I get you a drink?”

Let’s just say the guy didn’t leave the gallery.