I believe, a hundred year old meat grinder and egg-beater contraption in his will that I got to see at his grand-parents' lakeside retreat (the place was like a time-capsule from 1900, complete with wind-up Victrola and hundreds of 78's). I once joked that he should rent the place out to GC to have a gathering. He said he already tried that once with boy lovers long ago, and it did not go very well or something to that effect.
Such an amazing place and peaceful location far away from everything. I had just admired them and he kept a mental note of it.
Well, I never got the items, which is perfectly fine. I don't mind. The cottage is since destroyed if I heard correctly. Nice little memories that can now be shared. There is humanity and goodness among child lovers, in direct spite of our portrayals.