And don't forget you get to have them sit there for 20 years until you die, and then your kids have to pay someone to throw them in the dumpster before selling your house to a flipper who completely guts the thing and desecrates the memory of the house you grew up in.

But the flipper also gets rid of the odor of cat piss that everyone knew about but you, until your ex-girlfriend told you in a fit of rage after you broke up with her for a girl with bigger boobs.

So, um, yeah. Tiles.