I forgot to get pics of all this, but Aunt Carol had this giant ceramic piggy bank she'd painted and it was her 'emergency fund' so to speak. I remember laying on the floor at her old house as a kid, looking up at the pig next to me. I remember dressing it up and playing with it.
As I got older, she would tease me. "Honey, your inheritance is whatever is left in that pig when I'm done with it." Her brother Gary (who showed up to the funeral sporting pneumonia) got to keep the pig itself, but promised that he'd fill it back up for me. My brother and sister-in-law emptied the change into two very full crown royal bags that weighed in at 85 pounds. I just got home from taking the bags to the bank and they'll have to ship it off to San Antonio for counting. I should know by next Wednesday how much is in there.
To help kill time and build suspense, I'm going to have my first-ever blog contest. Post a comment with your guess and whoever is closest to the dollar amount will win a prize.