I think that he/she who dies with the most fabric... is still dead.
It's nice to have a bit of a stash. Adds color and purpose to a life.
But that much... is kind of sad. She didn't come close to using it up. I truly hope she got a great deal of pleasure from acquiring it.
I dunno... maybe it's just me, but the older I get the less desire I have to collect anything at all. I still like looking at pretty things, I just no longer feel the need to own it. Just looking is enough.
I wonder if I'm the only one?