The Search for the Golden Shovel

It's a sad tale heard all too frequently: It's Homecoming. You're dedicating a tree (classic Homecoming), you've got your three engraved golden shovels, and you get distracted from the opulence by a passing squirrel/possum/drunk freshman. Suddenly, one of your tremendous trowels has wandered off, as if by magic! (Classic shovel behavior.) You send several mass emails, desperately trying to locate it. Two weeks pass and it still has not been found.

Stories like this one happen every day to regular wealthy people, just like you and me. Donate here to help cover costs for the victims, and keep an eye out for some rando digging a lavish hole.