All this talk about passwords reminds me of an anecdote they say about a holy chassidic Jew (don't remember which, maybe someone can fill it in).
The chassid was sleeping one night when his wife woke him up frantic, telling him that someone had apparently broken into their home and was rummaging around looking for money. The impoverished chassid jumped out of bed and said, "wow, let me join him. Maybe I'll find some money!"
This password talk makes me think the same thing. You want my password? Sure, have it. Let me know if you find any money...