When my grandfather got into his 70's, he started giving away his absolutely. fucking. insane. workshop.

He was a tool and die maker and a Class A welder vocationally, so there was a ton of metalworking stuff but in his later years (50's and 60's) he took up artistic furniture making and actually did very well selling his designs as prototypes in Milan, which is a super competitive market. He's semi-well known in his little niche.

Anyway, gets into his 70's health starts to decline, he starts to dissipate his tool collection. Problem was, his 4 kids (2 daughters, 2 sons) had absolute no interest in any of it. I was only 17 at the time, begged and fucking PLEADED to get some of it but my loser parent claimed we 'didn't have the room'. So, he wound up just selling it locally for pennies on the dollar.

I was devastated.

Fast forward to when he passed away, his estate wasn't that big split 4 ways but he had special conditions in his will that the grandkids each receive one of a few tools he had saved that were special to him. Each one of us got a tool with an envelope from him that contained a few hundred dollars in cash and a history of the tool. I got a small American made brazing torch that he recovered from some bombed out factory right after World War II, that he used for his entire working life.

I still use it.