Stuff is just stuff, regardless of dollar value. And within a short while after I’m gone no one will care where it came from. And frankly, I don’t care. I’ve enjoyed them and the monetary value isn’t a factor for me or my estate. But at my age (80) a strange thing has happened—things I used to value highly has just become “stuff” and means little to me now though I still enjoy them. Fortunately, I’ve never sought things to elevate my position in life. I am what I am, with little or a lot. My wife has been instructed to have a major dealer collect all the goodies and get what he can and be done with it.
