David, your Junkers loss, and our discussion of it, takes on an entirely new meaning with the death of Bernie Hackett. Let us give thanks to G-d above for the loss of plastic things--even plastic things into which we have poured time, money, and passion--because it grants us that priceless thing there is so little of in this world: perspective.
I had pondered a passage from Qoheleth for your Junkers trauma...
And whatever my eyes desired I did not keep from them. I kept my heart from no pleasure, for my heart found pleasure in all my toil, and this was my reward for all my toil. 11 Then I considered all that my hands had done and the toil I had expended in doing it, and behold, all was vanity and a striving after wind, and there was nothing to be gained under the sun. ~Ecclesiastes 2:10–11
But after the Bernie thing, perhaps the better one would be...
A good name is better than precious ointment, and the day of death than the day of birth. 2 It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting, for this is the end of all mankind, and the living will lay it to heart. 3 Sorrow is better than laughter, for by sadness of face the heart is made glad. 4 The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth. ~Ecclesiastes 7:1-4
Truly, the friendship I've enjoyed here weighs more than my stash fully realized in museum quality ten times over and then some.