My kids already know they are dividing them up ….I have talked to them about which ones they each want.
So once we die, assuming we aren't turned into vampires ( that doesn't sound so interesting, I know some of you might dig it, but it would seem tedious to me) , there are good odds that for most of us, our relatives won't know what any of this is worth.
The Hulkbuster is like 15 pounds or more. It's big. It's shiny. Iron Man and Avengers is within the practical frame of reference to any basic movie goer. You don't need to be part of our hobby to figure out it's worth some kind of money. I have the HT Samurai Predator. It's a "prestige" centerpiece type of item, well for it's time. Again, even someone not versed will figure out it's worth some money. But some of this HT Batman stuff? I have a box dedicated to loose headsculpts I picked up mostly in trades. I have the original HT Vito Corleone, the HT Dutch, HT Clubber Lang, HT Jeff Bridges, HT Blade, HT Billy Sole, HT T1000, etc, etc, etc. That moderate sized box is probably worth a decent amount if you Ebay'ed those out one by one. There are probably 50 heads in it. I can see someone seeing it as a bunch of doll heads and chucking it.
Still a big believer, and I'd said this in another thread, the most someone can handle is about 40 figures total. And that's if they live in a house and probably by themselves. I mean enjoy them, display some, have a few to work on, etc, etc. The only assessment I can make is I have some "projects" that have been dormant for like a decade. Some for 15 years, etc, etc. That's the stuff I would wager people ought to dump. I'm never going to finish that full sized SWAT team. Never. Deep down I know it, so all those parts should really go.
But in this discussion, maybe I've hit on something key for Indiana Jones.
Indy the Vampire. That makes total sense now. Now someone will say that's BS, that's just going off into fantasy. And my take is anything Indy we saw past Last Crusade was just a shameless cash grab anyway. This isn't about the Indy we love in the beginning. This is like when those Leprechaun movies put that tiny psychopath into space. Why is there a mother f******ing Leprechaun in space? No idea. But just cash those checks, homie.
Think about it, Indy the Vampire, forced to take a job as an overnight stocker. Miserable. Gained weight. Getting turned down on Bumble for midnight hook ups. Since it's Harrison Ford, he can mask his real life coke withdrawals with feigned blood lust withdrawals. Then Short Round comes into the store Indy is working at, and he recognizes him. Indy doesn't want to get into it, but then he sees Short Round is married now, and his mother in law moved in too.
Indy the Vampire vs Short Round's NPD mother in law. - "Lady, you can't gaslight someone who lives forever"
Then the battle ensues. While the neighborhood is burning down, Indy has to flee. He can't take much with him. He takes his Hulkbuster, looks at it, then throws it in a dumpster. Short Round points out that it will be skimmed off the top and end up being refurbished and put in an online auction eventually. Daylight comes. Indy is prepared to die by the sun. Then a limo shows up. The license plate says "Shameless Cash Grab" on it. The door opens. The Leprechaun comes out. He's wearing an astronaut's suit.
"Where are we going?"
"To Mars"
"Why Mars?"
"Who gives a ****. It's a paycheck. That coke you keep hoovering up won't pay for itself"
"Will I finally win an Oscar?"
"What do I look like? A mediocre actor pretending to care about a deaf Amish kid?"
"You've got a foul mouth"
"When your total upside is the Syfy channel, you wear your pain on the outside. Welcome to the club, the one where we all go direct to video but you are only in it for about five minutes"
"I need a coffin, I have needs, do you have one"
"Best I can do is a fridge, Pops. Let's ride."
They ride together. They die together. Bad Boys for life.
The End.
