I'm an inveterate collector. Books, books, books, art work, art supplies, 3 pianos, 2 guitars, an organ, about 3 dozen old computers/shells and components, tools, stuff and more stuff. I have my own stuff, my parents stuff and my grandparents stuff. Way, way too much stuff. As I try to pare down, I read something that made a lot of sense to me. As you take you last breath, what (other than a human being) would you want to be holding in your arms? The other thing I constantly ask myself if "do I need this object to remember the person from whom it came? Of course the answer is always "no." With these thoughts in mind, getting rid of the unimportant collected remnants of lives, mine and my family, is made so much easier.