Clint Eastwood rocks the free world. But, where did he come from?

The weirdest thing happened this morning. One of my assistants, Joe, comes in to my office with a package.

Joe: "Hey Colleen. You received a package. It is really light."
Colleen: (looking at address label; not recognizing the return address) "Hmm. I don't remember ordering anything for the department that would be shaped like this. Let's open it."

We open it together (he's the best!) and I can hear the sound of broken glass. Uh oh. So, with a tiny bit of struggle, we get the frame out of the box. TOTALLY RADICAL portrait of Clint Eastwood!?! Sweet!

But, wait.

Is this an inside joke that I didn't get?
Did some awesome person know I would love it and just forgot to tell me they sent it?
Is someone threatening to murder me? Or worse, have me killed by Dirty Harry?!

If you have any information as to the origin of this surprise, you obviously know where to find me.