those who frequent estate sales looking to snatch up the prize possessions of the deceased - are they not vultures? picking apart the carcasses of lives, mounds of schlock, tack, redundancy, and waste to find that gem, the trendy du jour item of the past, they are no better than carrion scavengers. we are no better than carrion scavengers. i am a vulture too. we flock to the homes of the elderly deceased on saturday mornings hoping to come away with their best jewelry, most interesting books, beloved tchotchkes. we lust after their sewing supplies and steal all the embroidery thread they ever bought in their entire lives for a paltry $3. we balk at the high price of their goods - $1 for a hat pattern that cost $.60 in 1949. how can we judge the value of their stuff? how can their kids, siblings, other bereaved price what was priceless to their loved ones?
i want to micromanage my will to the extent that all my belongings will find their way into the hands of people who will truly appreciate them.
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