My grandmother had this rug in the living room. No one could ever set foot on that rug, because she wanted to sell it one day for what she imagined would be a great sum of money.

She never did sell it, but after she died, my father and his brothers imagined it would be worth as much as she had imagined it to be at auction. Long story short, it sold for about $100. 40 years of consternation for $100.

The lesson I learned from all of this is that stuff is just stuff, and the less of it you have when you die the better.