The other day, I'm having a completely harmless, innocent, but meaningful conversation at my kitchen table. I say, "What do you call those people who have so much stuff that they have to dig them out from under all of it when they die?"
From across the room a bold voice asks, "Um...Us?"
You better believe I put that kid straight to work. (and yes, my electrolux vacuum is being held together with yellow duck tape. Don't judge. Oh wait. That's the whole point of this post...)