I see a Howard, but a Howard that is not really there. He's got full tilt paranoid dementia and he's got to touch everything four times and not even purell comforts him now. No. Its the Howard Hughes feet in the tissue boxes while he's doing a 'radio show' talking into his shoe, ranting about his bank statements fully convinced everyone is stealing from him. As for Beff? Well, Beff. Cashing out earlier would've meant only getting half- only chimneyville in the Hamptons and the 27 cats so that wasn't gonna do. She'll be damned if those daughters get a dime in this lifetime or the next, no. She wants it all. So she's sticking around waiting for him to die so she can twibber out a picture. And every morning she's laying out a trail of cashews just to watch him crawl.