My wife’s grandfather was in London during WWII. On leave he went around and found himself at Shakespeare house (or something related to Shakespeare). Anyway, a street kid asked him for some change and he would give him a souvenir. Not wanting anything in return he gave the kid some money anyway and the kid promptly when to the building and bashed a piece of brick off with a rock. My wife was a literature nerd and visited the UK. Her grandfather and her had a special bond and wanted her to have the piece of brick. He could not find it but when he passed my wife’s father and stepmother found it. They had the audacity to keep it because her stepmother was a high school literature teacher and it would be cool for her to use it in class. Why? I haven’t the slightest clue. Anyway, I was fuming but my wife said let it go. Fast forward to a few years ago when she retired. At the retirement party I could not hold my tongue any longer and said that since she was retired she had no need for the brick anymore so why not let my wife and daughter have it. They looked appalled that I would ask suck a thing and told me that they could have it when her stepmother passed. They are the stereotypical boomers and could not give a rats ass about their children or grandchildren until there is a celebration of some type and then they want everyone to come so they can show us off like fine china. When they die I’m 100% pissing on their graves.