What’s the one item that you would leave behind

I plan to leave my family my corpse.

Scotch and cigarettes

A roll of Camouflage Grizzly Wintergreen

My 1943 original Picasso painting

I inherited my Father's old Toyota station

wagon, from before the days when Toyota made infallible vehicles. It was tan. It smelled of his pipe smoke. That was too much memory and too sad. I went to an auto paint place, told them the problem, asked for their cheapest solution.

Their paint was set up to do pick up truck blue. So the exterior and limited parts of the interior because pick up truck blue and that killed most of pipe smoke scent as well.

The good memories of them and my grandparents include my Granny's rocking chair, her ancient bread knife, her bread board, and my Grandfather's portrait. From them and my parents, every dividend check from interhited stocks four times a year. And a lot of my solid wood furniture.

Land. Managed land.

My cousin is about to go through the problem alot of Gen X and millennials are going/ gone through, and that's the problem of boomers building multi-million dollar mansions in the middle of nowhere with no market to meet the demand of what it's worth. It's 5 million dollar custom home sitting on a lake and 300 manicured, managed pasture acres in Mississippi, while they live in New Mexico. It's going to be a pain in the arse to upkeep and maintain while trying to find the right buyer for a price that's fair to him, but realistic to the market.

It'd have been far better to not have that house on it when an heir has to deal with it. Leave them acreage that can be leased for hunting, cut for hay, managed for timber, wrp, crp, etc., and they can live where ever they want while keeping the legacy you built for them and having the greatest asset that one can hold: dirt.

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What do you remember your parents with?

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Every time I shove another anti-depressant down my throat I remember him.

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This guys dad just passed and gave him his 1950s Rolex

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Mom: a painting of a beach in Hawaii
Dad: his USMC flight logs (1942-1974)

We have my parents IDs, dad’s military paperwork. We also have a pillow made from one of mom’s plaid shirts.

We also have my grandmother’s sewing kit.

It’s all sentimental.

Oh, and going through a box of the few things that survived the flood, we found my mom’s temporary bridge. So, I’m all set if I ever need some teeth!!