requiem for a nightmare

My 24 year old son lives at home. On Thursday, he asked me if he could bring home a free organ he found on Craigslist. I told him no. There are very few things I have control of in this time frame and what I chose to surround myself in my home is one of them. Of course, his dad said, why not! I told them both over my dead body. If my husband thought an organ was fine than, he would not mind having it in his garage. As I was leaving for an Al Anon meeting, my son was cleaning out a spot in the garage.
When I returned home after the meeting, he informed me that he had his friends help him move the giant old organ into his bedroom...which I had forbidden him to do. He told me that he was sorry, but while he had the moving help, he decided to have them help him move it upstairs...if I really hated it, he would move it into the garage.
I am now subjected the 12 hours from 9 to 9 of him playing what sounds like funeral parlor music while I am working in my office. He was so happy to show me how he could make a Hawaiian sound with his organ. Now I have hawaiian sounding funeral parlor music coming from his room.