Updated to add: Warning! The following is a RANT, a venting of profound hurt & anger. If you're gonna get all snippy about my lack of "reason", then just move on.
Earlier today, I ate lunch at a local cafeteria. Business was slow, and the manager got to chatting with the couple sitting in the booth directly behind me. While not actively eavesdropping, it was impossible for me not to overhear almost everything he said about his church, its pastor, and other churchy things. Clearly a fundy Xtian, but I live in the South where such theobabble is common, and ignored it until he launched into the following diatribe.
Seems that after his mother moved out of the family home into a nursing facility, an in-law entered the premises and made off with a bunch of multi-generational war memorabilia. A similar thing happened to me, so I know how much it hurts & how angry he must have felt, but in the absence of clear designation regarding who gets what, there's not really much one can do about it.
He went on to say that a few years later, all the stuff was destroyed when the grabby in-law's house burned to the ground, that this was appropriate justice, and "Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord."
I was appalled at the man's arrogant self righteousness, and his tone of voice made it clear he believed his loss of a few old photographs & letters trumped an entire family's loss of everything they owned in a terrible house fire.
It really is time to bring back the lions ...