I'm sure that the police might have an interest in a few of the items as well.
You know, I don't mean to sound morbid, because I'm not being morbid, only practical.
Sooner or later, all of us, including franksolich, are going to reach our life's journey's end.
A great many of the packrat eBay primitives are women in their late sixties, early seventies. One hopes they live many more years down the road, but the statistics are against it.
Don't they ever stop to think about what a load of work, a mess of work, a heap of work, they're going to leave their heirs, what with their packed-to-the-rafters homes and sheds?
They insist they're "treasures," but really, it's all junque. Their heirs, busy with so many other things, will have to just get a dumpster there and fill it up, sending it all off to the landfill.
Now, I'm about a generation and a half younger than the pie-and-jam primitive (who's apparently created five generations in 65 years, believe it or not, according to her own words), but for the longest time I've had things set out in such a way that when the grieving nephews show up, it's going to take them two hours, tops, to deal with it. That's everything from the furniture out here to the family achives and valuables in a rented storage unit in town to the bank safe-deposit box.
Two hours, tops, to identify and pack their stuff, and be on their way.