I don't know. I've always being told I'm a bucket, if I'm an inanimate object at all. People spend their time using me to help clean up their messes and mistakes, then dump me out in the street when I can't handle any more of it. I spend the rest of my time in my dark little home, waiting until life forces me to go back out and suffer through the same cycle again. Yeah, unfortunately, I'm pretty sure I'm just a bucket, but your kind words about me being a jar are appreciated nonetheless. Thank you.