It’s not the common porn I worry about either. :o
Wait, what?
But then you’re relying on others to keep the videos of your favorite actor/actress/scene for you to view again. See: Traci Lords.
There are many links to plant porn on my laptop which could prove embarrassing, but I’m addicted and can’t do anything about it.
From your wife or parents? Generally yes.
From a dedicated law-enforcement grade forensic analysis? Not really.
For people who are that concerned about their “pron” collection, generally a VeraCrypt encrypted drive and setting your browser to “delete history on exit” should reduce the risk of awkward whispered conversations at your funeral should you die before getting to your laptop.
I have plenty of porn. I doubt any of it will surprise who ever takes care of my stuff.
I SAY THE FOLLOWING IN COMPLETE SERIOUSNESS
When I do die (I am not a threat to myself or others. But we all gotta go sometime) I’d like the SDMB to put together a thread of memories of me. Each memory should be a completely fabricated story (but with real, mundane details) of how I was the poster’s lover. The thread should then be printed out and presented to my loved ones.
I’m a leather titleholder. My house looks like it. Assuming he survives me, I’d suspect my partner would unbolt the cross from the bedroom floor and take the floggers to his place. And empty the leather closet, and take pretty much every piece of art off the walls. And “adopt” my dog.
I don’t really expect any of my family to come all the way out here in any circumstance. And nobody knows the password to my desktop computers.