According to a story I read in the Christian Crusade Enquirer, a California husband who had found a new sweetie instructed his wife to sell all their community property and said they’d split the total. He even agreed to let her sell the true love of his life – his vintage Porsche. He’d rather have it end up with a stranger than with his soon-to-be ex. Later, she gave him a check for his share, and an itemized receipt. She’d gotten a good price for everything – except the Porsche, which she’d sold to a migrant worker for $75.
This demonstrates to me that the wages of sin vary a whole lot. Or, in the words of the late Bruno McManmon, saepe intereunt aliis meditantes necem. For those not conversant in Latin, that means those who plot the destruction of others, often destroy themselves.