(Inspired by the episode "Where There's a Will, There's a War.")

Trinkets

I, Benjamin Franklin Pierce, being of sound mind and endangered body…

To my dear friends… to the people who have become my family… I don't have much of value to leave you. A bathrobe, a pair of Groucho glasses, a book…

Trinkets, nothing more. There's meaning behind each one, but none of it really says what I want to say.

We were thrown together under horrible conditions to do an impossible job, and we pulled together and somehow worked miracles. Nothing I leave behind could express how I feel about that.

Worldly possessions? Nah. I leave you my otherworldly love.