I used to hate them, but then I worked with a little elderly man who had an alcohol and gambling addiction. He had no children, but tons of nieces and nephews who looked out for him. The first time I went into his house, there was a telly and a sofa and nothing else, not even a carpet.
Except on the mantelpiece there were a dozen or so of the WT figures, carefully arranged and dusted.
I later found out they were the only things his family would buy him. He sold everything else to his cronies down the pub, even the carpet and the groceries his neice would drop round, but he never sold those.
RIP Harry, you nutter