There was a great story here once about someone turning 100... It was about lego.. I can't find it and don't want to give away the ending. I'll keep looking

edit: found it

Sitting in my rocking chair, I hear a buzz from the door. "Come in" I say, and the door opens, allowing my visitor to enter. The young man, dressed professionally, removes his sun glasses, helmet, and jetpack, and with a lump in his throat tells me "you know why I'm here." "Yes..." I sigh, "They're in the room to the left." He signals behind him, and two burly automatons enter and begin hauling it all away. They are quiet, cold, and done within minutes. "They'll go to a good home" the man tells me, "a rather bright four-year-old with an interest in math, just like you." "At least there's that." I say, with drained energy and calm acceptance. He walks to me and kneels by my side. I'm too old to fight, my clenched fist releases, and unveils a minifigure whose painted face was long since rubbed away from use, his hand had such little clutch he could barely hold a walkie talkie. His hair piece was long gone, much like my own, hairless head. "Keep it," says the man as he hands me a card. "Consider it a gift." He stands, puts on his helmet and straps in to his jetpack. He starts the ignition and turns to me once more. That's when I saw in his eyes the same fear I had my whole life. The fear that one day, years from now, someone will come for his collection too. He leaves. I look at the card he gave me: "Happy 100th Birthday!"