Good ole Grandpa
This would be a funnier story if the punchline wasn't given away in the thread topic but here goes:
I visited my Grandpa in the hospital during his final days and when no one around he beckoned me close. I leaned in, but he still wanted me closer. Finally when my ear was only inches from his mouth he whispered, "There's a folded blanket on the far right of the top shelf in my bedroom closet... underneath that blanket it a mahogany box with a gold clasp... I want you to take it."
All sorts of thoughts raced through my mind. Many related to the fact that Gramps went bankrupt in the early 90s but somehow still had loads of money. He bought a new Cadillac every 4 years, and wore new looking suits just about every day of his life, etc. I got it in my mind that this must be the hidden stash! Of course it was, just not the type of stash that I thought is was.
It turned out to be war era porn. Black and white images of big hipped, big boobed, giant bushed women. There was even a "menu" from a brothel which was a fascinating read. It was a small box and there really wasn't much there, but not only was this pre-internet, it was pre-playboy. So I'm sure that any collection was impressive back in the 40s.
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