For thirty years, when I came home in the evening I put my pocket change, along with my wallet and keys, in a big fish bowl that sat in the hallway of our house. Toward the end, the weight was such I was afraid to try to pick it up, for fear it would break from the weight.
Upon retirement, when the house was on the market, my wife was staying home preparing for our move. She told me she had decided to count “my change” and had bought a coin counter to count and roll the money.
About half-way through she made the comment that she thought the one doing the counting should get half the money.
Turned out there was $731.48 in the bowl. She told me of the grand total and in the same breath told me that she had bought a kitchen table and four chairs with “our money!”