Estate sale. Just rifling through a dead Armenian couple's earthly possessions. No big deal.
There's something quietly heartbreaking about getting to know a dead person while walking around his house, poring over jokey coffee mugs and shelves of books about the USSR, kite-making, and animal procreation.
Another resolution: donate at least a third of my stuff when I get home. Having stuff doesn't make you happy and you can't take it with you when you die.
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