There was an estate sale in our neighborhood a few weekends ago. “Everything must go!” (An estate sale is a fancy way of saying the people moving didn’t want to hassle with selling everything, so they hired a company to do it for them. Or worse yet, they were simply unable to sell everything, due to poor health — or worse.)
I thought it was highly appropriate that someone had placed this small plaque in the front and center of a prominent table full of lovely nick‐nacks for sale. The people moving out of the home (to a retirement community or assisted living home, by my guess) realized that they could not take it all with them. In fact, the estate sale agent informed me that as of two o’clock that afternoon, it would all be hauled away to the dump.