Greg Coen wrote [151213 MMDigest]:

  "I just feel like the minute I die all of my many years of collecting
  and endless pleasure are going to the dump.  I hope someone who can
  really appreciate these pianos will buy them.  All three for the
  value of one of them plus endless piano rolls.  Sad."

Egads, until now, I hadn't really thought about all my piano rolls,
pianos, and, well, toy trains, steam whistles, Model T's and the one
Model A (well, actually I have wondered about the Model A, as it's
a "family piece", we being only the second owners) and what will happen
to all this "stuff" when I pass on, or can no longer take care of it.

That's, in my teen-aged years parlance, a "mind blower!"  It reminded
me of a trunk I once obtained that had been carried across the plains
in a wagon train by the seller's grandmother.  _No one_ in the family
wanted it.  I couldn't understand that then (back when I was in my early
20s) anymore than I can understand it now.

Maybe it's because our family has had so little to pass on from the
previous generations; three sides of the family came over via Ellis
Island around 1917, the fourth side came in 1633, but we were rejected
by that side as being "beneath their station" and my grandmother divorced
him in 1929, so, no heirlooms there.

I cherish anything from my ancestors.  So, this family with all the
siblings and their offspring, and apparently none of them are interested
[in player pianos] -- or is the executor just in a hurry to rid the
estate of "stuff"?  I agree -- very sad.

So now to ponder how to take care of _my_ situation with some sort of
pre-planning ... something I, and am sure others, are loath to do.

David Dewey