Oh, gawd ... some asshole stole the cast iron fryin' pan my mother gave me, which she had used, and her mother had used.
Some people may get attached to heirlooms because they're fancy, or valuable.
I care about the things like my mama's and grandmother's cast iron fryin' pan.
I can't tell you how many times I've wished food poisoning of that piece-of-shit thief - like, I hope what you cook in that pan you fucking stole from me makes you sick as hell.
That's pretty hard to deal with. How did they get access to it?