-eritance.
My mother's father committed suicide when she was just seven, in 1948. While he was quite wealthy, being a suicide his life insurance didn't pay out. At they time her family owned a fine mansion. They had to sell it, give away or throw away most of their possessions, then take what they could pack in a truck to my grandmother's childhood home in iowa until they all could recover.
Hence my mother quite adamantly refusing to give me so much as twenty-five cents per week. To expensive you see.
"So mom. I'd like to buy you a good quality turntable with a USB port, so I can digitize grandpa speelmon's collection of monophonic 78 RPM classical records."
"No mike. I'm just going to throw all those records out."
"WHAT? BUT THOSE WERE GRANDA'S RECORDS!"
"They can't possibly be worth anything to anyone. I'm just going to toss them."
"How about giving them to your sister?"
To have any hope of my mother not getting me arrested or committed to a mental instutition, I have had to learn to just let her destroy my inheritance from all of my granparents, as well as my father.
My mother has lots of money, and splits her will evenly between me and my sister, but that's it: the will quite clearly states we each get half.
OK... so who gets what?
My friend Maria has disowned her two sisters, because the two of them snatched up all of their father's possessions when he died.
Similarly with my friend Charles: "We don't actually want to have the dining room table back. We'd just like to eat off it sometimes."
I don't know but I expect granpa speelmon's 78s would be worth maybe fifty grand to a collector. But the money is not the point; I would never sell them, I would do my best to ensure they stayed in our family through successive generations.
"Mom? Do you know where dad's slide collection is?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"Those were just pictures of Europe," she calmly replied.
"JUST PICTURES OF EUROPE?" actually what upsets me most is that I cannot remember what many of my childhood friends even looked like, but I'm sure dad photographed at least some of them.
"You could have sold dad's photos to a stock photography company for ten grand!" Actually more like a couple hundred grand. Dad could have been a national geographic photographer had he but lifted a finger.