I opened the storage unit with trepidation, unsure what to expect. I was somewhat surprised to find it neatly organised and laid out. Having been used to dealing with disorganised messes, it was a nice change.
But as I began to sort through it, the labels kept being wrong. The sofa was labelled as the dining room set, a lamp with a label saying it was clothing.
And then it got weird. A pack of plates was, apparently, 'Spot (Dalmatian)', and so on.
I checked the will again, and suddenly realised they had wanted to hide their wishes while alive.
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