Wad o' cash

I have never actually seen a "wad of bills" before. I've seen cash folded, or stored away in a wallet, but never a wad of cash.

Until yesterday, that is.

I did a funeral for a guy who died of complications resulting from diabetes. His family are long time Ruby Valley residents, but most have since moved away. He and his wife are current residents of a small town in Washington.

His brother-in-law is apparently his size. The recent widow gave all of her husband's clothes to the b-i-l. Apparently the deceased had a habit of squirreling away cash and not telling anyone about it. The b-i-l found a wad of cash in one of the coat pockets.

The widow decided that she never knew it was there, was doing just fine without it, and wanted to donate it to the church. Not knowing how much she was talking about, because she never counted it, I told her I'd put it towards the discretionary fund; and that seemed to please her.

Let's just say that this wad was close to four digits left of the decimal point.

Not only that, but I delivered a great sermon yesterday.

It was a good day at the office.