In Oblivion, my house was pretty small and nondescript. It was my basement that turned heads... every bone, scrap of flesh and gore I could find was stored down there. Bones in piles up to my knees, and anything more interesting than that was on shelves.
I located the body parts of some guy, I forget who he was or why he mattered but he was part of a quest and in pieces. I stacked him on the shelf in a parody of a complete body, with the head on the top shelf, torso on the second, etc.
I was a morbid, mindless murderer in that game, always running from guards or people from the guilds I'd betrayed, so the gore to me was trophy-like. It wasn't my game though, so no screenshots... sad.