There is no money to be left behind, just debt. There is no jewelry or bonds to be divided. The family fortune consists of a bunch of old glassware and ratty furniture covered in cigarette burns.
My inheritance consists of a dirty plastic box that had been stored in the eaves of an unheated garage since Mom died thirteen years ago. Daddio couldn't bear looking at her stuff so he crammed it away out of sight and mind.
For all the toil and trouble, I'm walking away with a handful of pink Depression glass that Mom had collected for me.
It's not really worth anything. It's chipped and scratched but I know Mom wanted me to have it and that means a lot. She'd have killed Dad if she knew what he had done with it.
I can't complain. I don't have much better to pass along to my kids when I'm gone. I collected spinning wheels and looms not diamonds and gold. If yarn becomes a commodity, my kids will be well set. Ha.
Mom and Dad didn't have much but they did have a life worth living while they were living it-and that's as it should be.