My grandmother was always the one who took me and my little brother to card shows and shops. She'd give us 10 or 20 bucks to spend and always buy some for herself. One thing she liked to buy was unopened boxes. Whenever we stayed with her, me and my brother would always want to open the boxes that she had saved, but she would not let us. She said when she died we could split them up and open them. "Well that's great Maw-Maw but who gets what?" So she sat down with a piece of paper and let us take turns picking and made a will for all her cards.
Fast-forward to a couple years ago, some 20 years later, I was visiting her and mentioned picking up some old baseball cards she might like to see. She went into her room and got here cardboard box of cards out and sitting on the top was that will signed by all three of us. We both got a good kick out of it.
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