One of the great joys of my life is watching Baby Boomers bankrupt themselves trying to acquire obscure scraps of the legacy of the Beatles. This is yet another example of how virtually any object can be transformed into something worth a fantastic amount of money that will only matter to a dying generation of people who have overvalued the music of their youth to an extent not really ever seen before.
There must be a piece of wood out there with Noel Gallagher's lyrics carved onto it. Who is paying too much for that?
When the last of these fools dies off, their talismans and objects and souvenirs are going to be worth what, exactly?