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Been attending my wife's grandfather's funeral for the last couple of days, yesterday one of my wife's favorite uncles remarked how he lost his pocketknife last weekend and it was tearing him up not having it. A few hours later I was making ideal chit chat with him and he told me it was a old Uncle Henry Stockman. Now it just so happens being the Knife Knut that I am, I have two in my possession, when I got home that night I took the old Stockman, sharpened it up real good and dropped it in my pocket along side my yellow nut. When the uncle came in for a handshake I had palmed the knife to him and he pulled it back staring in wonder. He opened the main blade checked the edge and just got this huge grin on his face. Smiling he pulled me in for a hug and asked me how much it would cost him. Smiling back I just told him to take care of it and don't lose this one. He told me when he passes I can have it back. Just seeing his mood change like that seem to brighten up the room a little.