This little story floated into my email one day unauthored and I thought that it totally epitomizes the meaning of the 4 of Coins. What are you holding onto so tightly that it owns you? What are you afraid to let go of? What do you value? Who has the power? Can clinging or hoarding change the inevitable? What are you taking for granted?
Well, he died. He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there in black, and her friend was sitting next to her. When the ceremony was over and the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said, "Wait just a minute!' She had a box with her, which she placed in the casket. The undertakers locked the casket down, and they rolled it away. Her friend said, "Girl, I know you weren't fool enough to put all that money in there with your husband."
The wife replied, "Listen, I'm a GOOD Woman, I can't go back on my word. I promised him that I was going put that money in that casket with him." "You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket with him!!!!?" "I sure did," said the wife. "I wrote him a cheque."