Songwriters never die. They just decompose.

I have had this period of self awareness lately inspired by accepting the fact that nobody gets out alive. I want to clear out as much of this gear as I can. The proceeds from the fire sale will go to paying my mortgage off, all centered around my dog. You never heard these details and I will bore the rest of the people who have with the condensed version. My best female friend is my executor. She is a lawyer who by choice does not practice, but she didn't have to give the knowledge back when she resigned her license. She will handle execution of many things. I decided to make that job easier by removing "things". Thus my house (and furnishings) is cited in my will to be sold to by best male friend for mortgage balance rather than market value. He is also designated to take ownership of my dog, who just loves him. That thought process there is that my dog will not have to leave his home. That same guy also gets my car, so the dog does not lose the familiarity of how he gets to the park. He also has all the rules about tending to the dog, his feeding schedule, where he goes to the park, who his dog friends are, all of that. The other stuff, primarily instruments and accessories, are to be sold and any proceeds donated in equal amounts to 3 animal shelters. All in the will, executed by people I trust to do what is directed. As you said, I also came in naked, broke, owning nothing and I will leave the same way. I never had any desire to be the richest corpse in the graveyard. I grew up very poor so I don't know what having big money is, and while I am not struggling financially, I am in the best financial shape I have ever been. And it only took just short of 73 years to get here! Hopefully none of this planning will be relevant until about 2030, but nobody knows. It could be important later today. Maybe just after I hit post reply.

As far as your fish piano, always remember you can tune a piano but you can't tuna fish.