A southeastern Ohio minister died last summer. For years, in a small decrepit shed, he'd kept his collection of 3400 pencil sharpeners. Yes, pencil sharpeners. He called it his "museum". His widow contacted the local media and it snowballed from there.
Now, in his honor, the late preacher's collection will be displayed inside a brand new regional welcome center. (Motto: "When you need to sharpen the old pencil lead, come to Logan!") The Ohio Senate proclaimed it a "fitting tribute".
Dear readers, if I should die and leave behind a museum of 3400 anythings, please don't publicize it. No tributes required. Just toss my craziness in a dumpster and let me rest in peace.
Thanks in advance.