We used to live in a huge Victorian house with rooms rented out and there was one tenant who was very strange to say the least. We'd come home late at night and there would be John standing in the upstairs window, looking at nothing but darkness. He'd say weird things like "well at least the flypaper's catching flys" in his droning voice. When he moved out we started finding pennies everywhere! It didn't matter if we picked up what we thought was every last one in his empty room..there'd be more! So we started a penny jar in his memory and 25 years later it's getting so heavy it can't be lifted. It's a five gallon glass water bottle and pennies I find go in it.