Wish this had been the case with my folks.

I lost them both recently. They were hoarders. Most of the 'precious' stuff they left behind was crap that we had to pay to have hauled away.

The only notes they left was a letter from my father telling us not to sell two shitty, Army-surplus rifles.

Edit: hit post too soon.

So my father's last words to us weren't to share good memories or to tell us how much he loved us; it was to tell us about stuff.

I gotta tell you, stuff doesn't help with grief.