Dear Children:
All my real estate, savings, and tangible assets are to go to all of you, and if you don’t want them, to Goodwill or the thrift shop. Or just find someone who looks like they need them. Some things that don’t look like much are more valuable than you might think, like the cowboy boots I wore in college. They are still good. I wore them at Woodstock!
The same is true for my digital estate. I left a fourteen-page list of passwords in that wooden box that Grandpa made himself—you know, the one he was always bragging about. I may have changed some of them since I last printed out the list, but you can probably figure them out. (I’m not writing anything down: the NSA!)
But here’s the idea. They are usually combinations of the first letters of titles of books that I was reading, or wanted to read, combined with numbers. I used the book about Vikings a lot, and the one about rattlesnakes, but also some lines from the poem about the captain that Grandpa liked.