You've Passed On, I'm your next of kin, what will I find in your house?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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A friend recently had to do this for his departed and well-loved uncle. It started me thinking of what is in my house, and what would someone (hopefully someone that I like) that had to go thru my stuff think of what they found.

What if they found my little drawer of “girl-toys”!! :eek:

Or my undie drawer, the one with the undies I don’t wear anymore but haven’t tossed yet, or the one with the slinky undies,

Or my little stash,

Or…

What is in your house that would make your ghost just turn pink and squirm? :wink:

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I always keep my vibrator smartly wrapped with my hot water bottle and heating pad. I’m hoping for that association of aching muscles. Maybe if I add a bottle of aspirin…

Right? Right?

I can’t imagine what they’ll think of the dead warblers in the freezer. :frowning:

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If Barb predeceases me, Aenea, and Chris and Jo are still in New York, maybe I’ll appoint you executor and let you find out for yourself. :slight_smile:

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Many books on BDSM (or bondage, discipline, and sado-masichism). It wouldn’t shock them, but they would probably rather not think about it all the same.

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All these baby teeth?

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Well, I still have some armor and weapons from my SCA fighting days, that may puzzle the family–they never really understood my involvement in that group. Children’s books and some toys (I’ve never had kids), but lots of adults collect those things. I sold my last book of erotica at my last garage sale. Hummmmm . . . I’m pretty clear of embarassing artifacts. How mundane–I must remedy this! Where did I put that sex toy catalogue?

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EEKKKKKKKK What a thought! Off to find some more efficient hidey-holes for things that shouldn’t be found!

They won’t look on my computer will they:eek:

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Aenea, if you’re my next of kin and I’m dead, uh, just don’t open the top drawer in my desk. Seriously. :wink:

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A map to the last resting place of Jimmy Hoffa.

A photo of the shooter on the grassy knoll. (It was LBJ)

A 70mm Todd A O film of the making of the moon landing films, clearly showing the sound stage used for the moon shots.

A tape recording of a phone call from God to Oral Roberts, demanding $8 million or he gets it.

Um… and some Cheeto’s.

Oh yeah, 'bout a dozen starving ferrets (they hate Cheeto’s)

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A bunch of bad poetry.

The least embarrassing porno collection in the entire world. (What can I say? I am a man of simple tastes.)

A post for MPSIMS that says: I am dead. (With a letter to my son to post it, and then close my SDMB account.)

Most of this is on my computer, although some of the poetry is in hard copy, and I do have prints of . . . well, whatever.

A Yanni Video, still in the shrink-wrap.

Tris

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You definitely DON’T want to know. :wink:

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ew, ew, ew, ew, ew…

At least you never opened it.
I think my family would be surprised by how much photo and cinema equipment I’ve garnered over the years.

A bunch of mp3’s of groups no one but web junkies knows. And CD’s of country, 70’s rock, classical, jazz fusion, and almost punk alt stuff.

A few girlie jpegs, but nothing weird or even wild. I delete those. :smiley:

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Will you leave it to me in your will?
I’ll add it to my collection, for people to find, when I’m dead.

Along with my hidden stashes of cookies I keep, so I won’t run out when the stores are closed.

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Knives. Hundreds of 'em. People know I have knives, but the sheer volume will probably stagger a few of 'em.

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The diary I kept in high school wherein I described my eternal love for John, Mike, Jerry, James, George, Jeff, another Mike, another John, a cousin, Bobby, Robert, Jimmy, Frank, Ezio Pinza, Donald and four David’s.:o

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I wouldn’t really want my parents to find my girly toys. Or my tiny porn collection. That’s about it, really. It is my apartment and all, but I’m sure they’d still rather not think of me seeing/using such things.

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Lots and lots of books. Art books, Photoshop books, Yosemite books, and so on. Oh, and the Harlequin Romances. Oh well, some of my relatives read them too.

Lots of Jerry Goldsmith soundtrack CDs. LOTS. This will come as no surprise to my relatives.

Way too many VHS tapes. Weird old science fiction movies, obscure TV shows and unerased soap operas. Also, recently I’ve gone on a Burt Lancaster, Tom Berenger and Tommy Lee Jones movie binge. Lots of tapes and DVDs starring these guys. Oh well, most of my relatives are fans too.

Lots of half-finished sketchbooks with BAD art. Lots of photographs, and crappy computer junk.

Overall, I’m not too ashamed. Other than for being a packrat, that is.

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**Will you leave it to me in your will?
I’ll add it to my collection, for people to find, when I’m dead.
**
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Hell, I’ll give it to you now! Of course you have to understand the significance of the tape. I received it from a good friend, as a gift. She, in turn had received it as a gift, from an ex boyfriend, who had himself gotten it as a gift from a relative. On it’s third round as a mathom, and still in pristine shrink-wrap!

Email me if you really want this thing, knowing it has become as much a memorial as anything else.

Tris

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Pages filled with bizarre notes that they more than likely won’t be able to decipher. Computer nuts experienced with *nixes could read some of them, but most wouldn’t be in near enough context for understanding.

Books. Lots and lots of books, arranged in ways only I’ve ever been able to understand. Programming and UNIX and poetry and science fiction and science and linguistics and books of strange facts. It looks like hell, but it makes sense to me. Nobody else, though.

Some poetry, both on disc in my desktop and hardcopy. All of it beat, but not half-bad, if I do say so myself. The poetry should be pretty self-explanatory. :slight_smile:

CDs. Many, mostly oldies and alternative and a goodly portion of punk. Not too bad, and better arranged than my books.

Some VHS tapes. The Trilogy (enhanced version), Clerks, Office Space, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Plan 9 from Outer Space, M and Metropolis (both Fritz Lang films), Nosferatu (original version), Shadow of the Vampire, Alice (Jan Svenkmajer), and a lot of other movies, most of which I hardly watch.

On my desktop, a lot of programs I’ve downloaded, both for Linux and Windows ME. More for Linux, though, and nearly all of them gzipped (or, lately, bzipped) source tarballs. Emulators for machines as diverse as a Z80 running CP/M and the PDP-8. An Intel 4004 emulator with the source of the multiplication program I wrote for it (the Intel 4004 had no (documented) multiplication opcode), plus a listing, a flat binary, and a memory dump created from that code.

On my laptop, almost nothing. Little difference from my desktop in what it does have. (My laptop is an ancient Gateway machine running a first-generation Pentium (fdiv-bug free, though :)).)

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Let me put it this way. Have you ever seen The Prophecy, with Christopher Walken?