Our once-a-decade visit to the safety deposit box at the bank

We were discussing wills and other important documents and honestly could not remember if there was a copy of our will in the safety deposit box we’ve had at the bank for quite a while. So, off to the bank we went today. (Minor victory: we knew where the key was.) Ushered into the back for the safety deposit box opening ceremony, and our box was presented to us, and we opened it as dramatically as possible to discover that it contained: nothing. Rats, I was hoping that I’d forgotten about the gold bars or Bitcoin or whatever might have been in there in my dreams. my grandmother’s way I could not help but think of my grandmother, who was apparently much better organized than we are. After she passed away, my mother and my uncle went to the bank to examine her safety deposit box, unsure of what they’d find. Whatever was in there had probably been in there since 1940 or earlier. My mom laughed as she recalled gasping when they opened my grandmother’s safety deposit box, because what did…