“I Buried My Mother’s Necklace With Her—25 Years Later, My Son’s Fiancée Walked In Wearing It”

"It was just going into the ground, Maureen," he said finally, his voice dropping. "Mom was going to bury it. It would've been gone forever."

"What did you do, Dan?"

"I went into Mom's room the night before her funeral and swapped it with a replica," he confessed. "I overheard her asking you to bury it with her. I couldn't believe she wanted it in the ground."

He rubbed a hand over his face. "I had the necklace appraised. They told me what it was worth, and I thought… it was being wasted. That at least one of us should get something from it."

"Mom never asked you what she'd want," I retorted. "She asked me."

He couldn't answer that. I let the silence do what words couldn't.

"I couldn't believe she wanted it in the ground."