I have a photo of a hearse traveling down the highway with a U-Haul hitched behind it. It’s not clear whether the hearse belongs to someone who bought it because hearses have lots of storage space, or whether some departed soul is traveling to his final resting place with all his stuff – a latter day Tutenkamen without the gold.
I shared the photo with my friend, Terri, who complains that her husband Bill is a pack rat who saves everything – even the packaging that everything comes in. Bill is an accountant who likes to know ‘where everything is’. They will be selling their home next year and moving to a smaller place.
Bill is having nightmares of what to keep and what to trash. He wakes up in the midde of the night, worried that he put something from the keep pile into the trash pile. To calm himself, Bill heads for the garage and checks through the piles.
Geri and Bill went to the King Tut exhibit a few years ago. They joked that Tut never had to downsize; he didn’t have to get rid of anything. That’s true, but inside his gorgeous golden mask, Tut looks like any other 3,300 years old skeleton.
Golden Chariot, previously owned hearse, or ABC storage units, even if you could take it with you, what would you do with it?