Keep inheritances close to the vest

I don’t have the wherewithal to leave much to those who wish me bon voyage when I cross the River Styx. It’s not that I’m mean, it’s just that I don’t have the means.
One thing I have done is collect several pocket watches of various designs, featuring golfers, dinosaurs, trains, etc., with an eye toward bequeathing them to the kids and grandkids, each geared toward their interests.
I have kept the collection close to my vest because, well, I wanted it to be a surprise. But the thought finally occurred to me that that was dumb, because it would cheat me out of seeing the looks in their eyes when they behold the array. So I have started showing them the watches.
Jack, of course, gravitated to the watches with dinosaurs on the cases and wanted one right away. I told the 4-year-old that he would get one when I’m gone, then realized quickly that you don’t worry a young child about death.
He got the message, though, saying immediately, “Do you mean when you’re DEAD?”
“Oh, no,” I said, backpedaling like a tyrannosaurus Rex was on my tail. “I mean when you’re older.”
“Like when I’m 6?” he said.
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Maybe when I’m 8?”
“Maybe.”
“How ’bout 15?”
The bartering banter continued, but you get the drift. But the glint in his eyes made me think of that great line in “The Godfather,” when Vito Corleone advises son Michael to keep his friends close, but his ENEMIES, closer. I think I should keep all my grandsons close, but Jack, closer, so he doesn’t decide some day, while we’re angling for some sunnies, to give me a push so I’ll sleep with the fishes.
After all, he IS Italian. But come to think of it, all the grandsons are. Not Sicilians, mind you, but here's the link to explanations of those familial principles. (I searched YouTube high and low for the "enemies" scene, to no avail, and the Luca Brasi fishwrap, reference, includes his death scene, which I figured was too graphic for such a benign column as this.)

http://www.sicilianculture.com/godfather/quotes.htm


Continuing the gift-giving, and death, themes, a couple of days later, GiGi mentioned to Jack that it was her mom’s birthday, although her mom, nicknamed Honey, had died a few years before.
Jack thought for a few minutes, then said, “Well, it’s a good thing Grandma Honey’s dead, because you don’t have to buy her a present.”
I’m sure he was looking at it from a practical point of view, that GiGi would have all the more money to spend on HIM. And, from my practical point of view, we don’t have an address of where she’s sleeping with the fishes.
Of course, my goal as a grandfather is that the boys have fond memories of this IRISH grandfather, that I kept them close out of love, because that is my way.