The Ring

"'And to my grandson John, I leave the contents of this box,'" my grandmother's lawyer read out loud from her will, "'on the condition that he open it privately.'" He then gave it to me. "'To my granddaughter Jane, I leave my necklace...' It's...not here."

"What do you mean it's not here?!" Jane asked angrily as she crossed her arms. This had the unintended effect of pushing up her large breasts which her black funeral dress was already having trouble containing.

"I'm sorry miss, but it's not here. It must have been misplaced!"

As I sat there in this uncomfortable black suit I wore to the funeral, I didn't pay attention to the rest of what was said. I was too focused on what was in the box.

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Later, I was at the church for the traditional post-funeral reception. After eating my fill, I snuck off to a bathroom with the box to finally open it.