Before her Alzheimers got too bad my mother kept trying to give oneof us -- any one of us -- her silver tea service.

No takers; we all had to clean (detarnish) the *&^%$ thing too often as kids, and since "it was Mom's" you can't really get rid of it.

Knocked over a pile of pots & pans that were on top of the 'frig -- a clue/hint from somewhere.