From an obituary of his ex-wife:
Over the years, Moon’s drug-taking worsened, while his behaviour became increasingly erratic. ‘He’ll get up in the morning and decide he’s going to be Hitler’, she explained. ‘And he is Hitler. He combs his hair over one eye, pencils on a moustache and walks around talking to everyone in a German accent’…. Moon once broke her nose, and threw a champagne bottle at her with such force that it became embedded in the wall of their flat. He later framed it.
I’ve embedded a bottle of perfume in a wall before, but FRAMING it? He gets my nutso vote of the week.