Then you will struggle to practice empathy for us when my mom's time comes since she has not only a huge garage but a barn half full of "stuff."
Now to be kind to her, she has spent some time organizing some of it. All picture albums are labeled with just who the fuck all these people are and she has already distributed copies at her own expense of this huge bounty of family history to the other wannabe matriarchs of the family, on both sides, BTW.
That part is handled!
Now all that antique crap! And SHIT just the musical instruments that my father saved.
I already have all those music things that I want and have given my mom instructions as to which cousin might want what other treasure from their blessed uncle, long gone.
Every time I talk to her these days she has come up with some "new" ancient thing of value to dispatch properly to the right person.
Hey! At least some of this is happening while I sleep.
Still - hoarders R us!