Wow!–another Sears story: Shortly after my father died in 1973, my mom went to Sears to pay the credit card bill. She’d been the only one working most of the previous few years, as he’d been sick, out of work, or both, for much of them. Finding out he had died, the clerk took out scissors in front of mom and cut the card up. After that, Mom signed Mrs in front of his name on the other cards and didn’t let on he was dead. Until she was allowed to take them out in her own name. Thank you, RBG, for changing the world for her and all of us.