The reason I'm giving the spittoon to Y, she doesn't want it. She wouldn't give you a Yankee dime for a warehouse full of the things. That's my punishment for X, for saying mean things to me. I can hear him groan when the will's read and Y gets the spittoon, and the will says one of my last requests is that Y keeps the spittoon in a safe place so long as she shall live, world without end, amen. She will do it, too, because Y is a good girl with a highly developed sense of responsibility and when X tries to con her out of that treasure, she'll just say no, because of the will.
Wills are fun that way.
I don't ever change the money. If there's any money left it'll go to my partner and she can buy her a new car or something, I don't care. These jewels are listed in my will, along with their fortunate inheritors, and I watch how these young people behave to see if they deserve to receive what I have accumulated in this life. I am telling all this now as a caution to young people who expect to inherit fortunes or valuables from their elders. You had better watch your step, because these oldsters can be mighty sensitive about the way they're treated.