On his twenty-first birthday he was given a bottle of very fine brandy. “Open it!” they said. “Celebrate!”
“No,” he said. “This is special. I’m going to save it for a special occasion.”
He went to college, worked hard, earned his degree. At the graduation party they said he should open that brandy and celebrate. “No,” he said, “I want to save it for a truly special occasion.”
He met a beautiful girl, fell in love, got engaged. The wedding was perfect. At the reception they said he should open the brandy to celebrate. “No,” he said, “it deserves an occasion that is exceptionally special.”
At the birth of his son, they said he should open the brandy. He said no, because he wanted to save it for a very special occasion.
When his son graduated with honors, they wanted him to celebrate with the brandy. But he wanted to save it for something really special.
At his daughter’s wedding, they asked him to celebrate with the brandy, but he wanted to wait for a very special occasion.
When he retired after a long, fruitful career, they said this would be the perfect time for the brandy. But he said no, because it wasn’t special enough.
When he reached his fiftieth wedding anniversay, the brandy was very old and magnificent. They said he surely must open it now. “No,” he said. “I want to save it for an occasion that is truly special.”
They opened it and toasted his memory at his funeral.