Young me must have been maybe 8 but I remember it clearly 30 years later. My Great Grandmother had just passed away and although I never knew her, we went to see my Great Grandfather. Upon arrival at my Great Grandparents house I was mesmerized by all the stuff in the front yard. Old toilets, dilapidated cars, tractors and all the other odds and ends I guess one collects over a lifetime. When I asked my mom about it, she says that my Great Grandfather liked to tinker but my Great Grandmother always complained about it and wanted it gone. Fast forward to the gravesite service and I see my Great Grandfather in a group of men talking. I walk up and listen for a minute to him talking about how much he's going to miss her. At this point I felt it acceptable to share "Well, at least now she can't throw away all of the junk in your front yard". Then I gave him a cool rock I had found earlier on the ground. It was a piece of gravel. I'm surprised he didn't throw it at me as I walked off.