When my grandpa [passed away], the relatives wanted to bury him with the family ring on his finger. You know, THE family ring, that got passed down from generation to generation and was supposed to eventually become mine some day. I didn't care much about getting the ring (it has little, if any, monetary value), but the stupidity of burying a family treasure was (and still is) quite obvious.

On funeral day, I stole the ring right from the coffin and hid it in a safe place.

It's been decades and I still keep the ring in a secret place. Someday I'm gonna pass it to my grandson and tell them the story.

Or not. Idk, maybe.

My precious.