I was doing a painting job for an elderly woman, and when I went to move the clock above the sink in the kitchen, lifting it from a nail on the end of a board that extended past a cabinet, the entire.. Thing mounting it up there fell apart. Upon closer inspection I could see that it was this random conglomeration of wood, tape, and an old whetstone. Fashioned into a perfectly shaped weight from which this wall clock had been hung.

I was kind of laughing at it, I mean it looked like something a well meaning toddler would have crafted, but then the old lady tells me that this thing had been assembled by her husband *50 years ago* when he built the kitchen. He'd slapped it together, always meaning to replace it, added the whetstone to weight it down, and slid the whole mess on top of the cabinet with a nail sticking out to hang the clock from.

He'd never gotten around to replacing it, and here we were now where it was still functioning just fine even a few years after his passing.

So I did the logical thing and put it back together. Taped up and hung the clock back on its nail. I figure he must have known something I don't to last that long.