My father died before having the opportunity to share it. So in his stead, I took the inherited bottle and shared it with three of my friends on the occasion of our 25th college reunion. The first glass I offered as a toast to my father and imagined him looking on down, approvingly.
When my father passed away in 2007, he had a bottle of 10 year old tequilla (that had been 10 years before being bottled...)
He was saving it for the day I told him I would give him a grandchild. Alas, he left before I could give him the good news.
So, on the night before the funeral, I opened the bottle of the tequilla, and sent around the bottle, for all of those who wished to partake, in honor of the man known as Dad.
I didn't - I'm a meanie on Tequilla - but many a family member toasted him that day.