Today I bravely ventured forth on a terrifying journey...to the kitchen. I cleaned out the fridge. <Gulp>
Cleaning the fridge is always scary but intriguing. Has that thing in the back evolved sentience, or are the cold temperatures keeping it quiescent? Why does this thing have an expiration date of 2047? Is it not biodegradable? In my will, I'm going to have my great-great-grandchildren throw it away in 2048.
I can see them now: Yay! We got Granny's fridge! What the heck is THIS?!! OMG! It's alive!
I'll reassure them that it's not alive. It was never alive. It's not even biodegradable and, apparently, it wasn't edible, either.
But no one ever threw it away and it languished here, in the back recesses of the fridge, for decades.
At least I know they won't squander their inheritance. But they will have it forever...and ever...and ever....