My husband or I (I actually don't remember who, which is nice) accidentally dropped our acrylic pepper mill on the kitchen floor and it broke on the tiles.
It was half full so I poured the peppercorns into a small bowl to save them.
Then I emptied the salt from our salt mill back into the packet it came in, washed up the salt mill and filled it back up with peppercorns.
We have a large cooking salt dispenser that we use 95 per cent of the time anyway. The salt mill was really only for guests, so it's better repurposed.
Side note: I've been thinking about how Mustachianism is an odd mix of maintaining and utilising Stuff without being attached to it, and this is a prime example. The only reason I would have been disappointed about the grinder breaking is because of the money involved in replacing it (which, once upon a time, I would have done). When you take money out the equation, because it doesn't need to be replaced, it's easy to move on.
I spent the weekend helping my in-laws declutter their very full four-bedroom house as they prepare to downsize. I was happy to help, but all I saw was dollar signs. We tossed (to garbage or charity): two big black garbage bags of MiL's shoes, more than 10 big bags of clothes, endless electronics (a very expensive Tom Tom, their second; Bluetooth handsfree device for the car MiL said cost $80; MP3 players; Bluetooth speakers), multiple holepunches, staplers, cables, calculators, office supplies (purchased repeatedly instead of finding what they already owned), a bag of costume jewellery, a box of photo frames, and more than 100 books.
The move is part of their long-term retirement planning (though my husband and I have some doubts about their strategy). But I do hope moving into a smaller place will put the brakes on their excessive consumption, because they will just run out of space.