The only things I’m worried about are the playthings stashed under my bed. Dildos, butt plugs, and a vibrator which doesn’t work (perhaps it wore out?). Some porn DVDs as well, as well as a jar full of condoms and a big ol’ bottle of lube. In short, everything you need for a good night in :D.
Apart from that, I don’t really have anything which could be considered shameful. Just a load of crap lying around, due to lack of storage space, which would be a total bitch to clear away.
A respectable VHS collection.
A small collection of music CDs.
A scrapbook of sugar wrappers that I’ve had for about 30 years.
An awful lot of souvenir pennants.
About 30 music boxes.
A truly hideous Borg sipper cup.
My mom’s wedding dress.
Bags full of Star Trek action figures, still in packages.
A very small collection of unusual kites.
Way too many non-sport trading cards and related collectibles.
Wow! All at the same time? 
I’m hoping that the feelings created over the weird stuff you’d find in my house would be overcome by the terrible feelings of loss you’d have for my passing.
But just so you know, the really GOOD lube (in the really BIG bottle) is in the medicine cabinet in the upstairs bathroom - you’ll want to know that when you find what’s in my bottom dresser drawer.
Smile and enjoy!
Dear God, let’s hope your next-of-kin doesn’t take the tape home for the kids!
I’m not the world’s best housekeeper. My philosphy is that as long as I have books I haven’t read yet, let the dishes sit. Not that the Health Department would issue a citation, but I’ve been known to, uhm, let things go a bit.
Whenever hubby and I go on vacation, I do a quick run through and get up the worst of it. My family are all neat-nics, and it’s a recurring nightmare that we die while gone, and my mother drops dead as well from shock at the vast amount of dog hair around the baseboards and the mountains of clutter that I kept meaning to get to after I finished the next chapter.