Let’s just say I want Hamish to go through my hard drive and upper dresser-drawer when I die, and nobody else.
As someone who frequently (and by pure chance) happens upon an estate/garage sale being held by the survivors ( usually the inlaws) trying to empty out a dead relatives house, I cannot tell you how many of these dead folks have
cutlery,pots,office supplies, yarn and baseball caps up the wazoo (no, that is not MO for death, so there)
(I look for jewelry and nifty kitschie things. and picked up a ginsu knife at one said sale for fifty cents…I love it.)
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Me, probably my stories written when I was young. Silly, nonsensical girly stuff. I’m only holding on to them because they are buried in a trunk in the basement.
Oh, and that Monkey’s Album.
I am more embarassed at all the clutter.
Even though I have no pot and no longer use it anyway, I do still own a bong. That would probably make my mom cry as she cleaned out my stuff.
Wellllllllll…nah… Myporn resides on the headboard Easy access ya know… and the handcuffs hang from the light… so obviously THEY don’t embarrass me:D
I think the one thing I would die(umm if I weren’t already dead that is) if my sister found is that lilac, lacy thong in my panties drawer! There goes my “tough girl” reputation!
I have one of those aquarium gravel cleaners which looks like a penis pump. Luckily, the family know what it is, as they’ve seen me use it, but I can see how it would look suspicious to someone who didn’t know otherwise.
The only things I dread people finding are the cock rings, dildo and porno vids I have stashed under my bed. But then, should the worst happen, I wouldn’t be around to see their reaction anyway. Don’t know whether that’s a good or a bad thing 
What potentially-embarassing things do I have? Let’s see…
Two books of shamelessly-raunchy comics by Arnau Torres*. (Let’s just say I’m very glad that Customs didn’t search my bag when I came back from Europe last year.)
More tham one book by arch-conservative Lord Rees-Mogg. Because I came from a family of dyed-in-the-wool NDP-type socialists, and hang out with pagans and Green Party members and so on, those’ll raise more than a few eyebrows.
Legos. Lots of Legos. Still.
That box of CDs containing jpegs of …people. Artistic reference. Honest. 
A library book from 1974.
[sup]*No, I’m not linking to Arnau’s stuff. Do your own Google search.[/sup]
For reasons I can’t fathom…I still have an old tiger beat pic of Mark Paul Gossalar…well…he did have awesome thighs. =)
um…
If it will embarrass me when I’m dead, it’s a sure bet that it will embarrass me even more now, when I’m still alive, so I find this a bit difficult to answer
Not much embarasses me, but I’m thinking that whoever cleans out my house might be embarassed at seeing a few things.
Oh my God! I never thought of it like that! I have one - but it’s more like a foot long! (55 gal. tank) My mom knows what it is. If my sister were to clean out my place, she may think something like “Gee, how was he alone so much. I have a lot of friends who would’ve LOVED to meet that…uh, him…”:eek:
Need one of those superhero vaults to keep embarrassing stuff in. Keyed to your heartbeat, if your heart stops, everything inside is vaporized…
Lurkernomore, if you find out where they sell those vaults please let me know :)### (That’s a ZZ Top smiley in case anyone was wondering.)
A home made dildo.
I just know they’re going to be rummaging through my drawers, so they’ll inevitably find pornography and a home made dildo.
Then they’re going to exclaim, “Good lord! What did he do with this?” and all my years on the wrestling team will be looked at with suspicion.
I just hope Megan’s around to say, “He kept it? That’s so sweet.”
Oh boy, oh boy! Now you got me worried. I just imagine what my mom would think if I died and she came to clean my appartment. What could be worse? oh yeah! getting so sick that I cannot speak and having my mom clean my appartment. That tops it. :eek:
My long list of embarrasing things:
– Many, many, to many toys (no, not the kind you’d find at Toys 'r Us)
– A large collection of erotic and porno literature.
– [blushing]Many pics of myself in various states of nudity-arrousal taken by my SO [/blushing]
– In my computer lots emails between myself and SO when he’s travelling that would make Larry Flint blush.
– Underwear that cannot be bought at your regular, run of the mill underwear shop.
– The cluster in my closet.
– That they find out how much money I make 
– Dust under my bed
– A mountain of dirty laundry in the laundry room.
– …
This list could get very long, I’d better take good care of myself.
Ya know, hon, I never thought about it that way. You know, I do have a 4 day weekend coming up…
I can’t think of anything that is that embarrassing. I’m usually pretty open about everything directly in my life (though I don’t let others’ secrets slip if I can help it)
I don’t own anything that’s embarassing, but I do write stuff in my journals that, although it’s not THAT bad, I don’t want to be around when my family members read through them. Plus there are stories that I know I should erase off of disks because they’re so embarassingly horrible.
Show of hands please.
Is there anyone who doesn’t have a goody drawer, box suitcase or closet?
I have enough toys to host a decent sized orgy myself, not that I would do that. Not now since I’ve gained weight and all.
I’d be more embarrassed by the sorry condition of a few of my closets and drawers. And the contents of my medicine cabinet–there’s the scarey stuff.