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Nice try, feds... Just kidding, I think my place would be pretty boring, actually.

Also I have no idea who would be sorting through my stuff. I'm what's called a "solo ager". I imagine that the first thing to go deliquent would be property taxes. So maybe some city worker that prepares houses to be auctioned or something? Or maybe they don't bother with that and whoever buys my place from auction will be the ones to deal with it?

In my younger years I was a really bad pack rat but I've been pretty successful in getting rid of things (mostly donating it). I always wondered why my grandparents had such barren houses. They weren't rich but they weren't poor. But I did a decent amount of traveling for work with a single carry-on and realized how little I actually need or care about anymore. So the stuff I have is basically utilitarian now. Stuff I don't use is just more to clean and maybe someone else could benefit from it. Even have spare room in my storage shed and I can access everything, which felt like a major accomplishment.

Reading this thread, although I am kinda demirose I feel like the best reason to want a partner is to have someone do away with your "dirty" collection. Unless whoever would go through it (typically family) just happen to already know all your secret kinks and not be weirded out by them.

My parents will probably be dead by then, but I'm the oldest of a bunch of siblings. I don't keep a huge collection or anything (almost everything I've ever bought is disposable), but I always cringe every time I buy any new supplies wondering "What if I die before this is used up? What are they gonna think?".

I'm not particularly ashamed of my set of kinks, but one of them can read as questionable based on common conception, and while I assume most of them are at least a little kink aware, not one of them seems to be very freaky themselves (which, if they are, they don't let on, and I haven't figured it out (well played... 🥷)), so I worry some about what they'll think when they find it, or what the niblings would think if they ever heard about it.

But even in the worse case scenario I'll be too dead to care.

My kink equipment. Maybe my journal if they choose to snoop in it.

nothing, because I doubt anyone that would clean out my belongings would give enough of a fuck to think about anything before stuffing it into a bag and throwing it in a dumpster.

My girlfriend's wisdom teeth, along with two of mine.

I used to collect animal bones in my hometown, where hunters carelessly tossed what they didn't want behind nearby train tracks. Found a whole boar skin once, but only took home little knuckle bones. I might still have them somewhere.

I have a deer skull on my shelf, but I think most people would overlook that. Human teeth left in storage among other junk? Not so much.

either a finger made out of wood or soviet mortar shell

My family are all pretty used to my esoteric magpie habits, but if it was a rando person and assuming my friends came through on their promises about the box in my closet that needs to be burnt before anyone else sees it... there are a lot of options. It's a six-way tie between the box of 2' long molybdenum disilicide foundry heating elements, the remilled RPG-7 (anniversary gift), the 11 steamer trunks, the 16' paper mache snake (I don't actually know where that came from), the fusion reactor or the signed first edition of Uncle Fester's "Silent Death".

(Honerable mention goes to the weirdly high number of harpoons that are just scattered around)

I fear typing it out would put me on a list ._.

There is a shiny brass plaque with an inscription engraved, and it says "Prof. Dr.. .." and my full name.

But that title is wrong. In truth I have never received any academic honors.

Now, in case it is not my close relatives who must go through my stuff, they might not know that it was just a little fun from my sister... :)

A butt plug with my keys in it.

It's 100% the entire contents of the box I keep physical porn and sex toys in.

Nonsense I've written down and left lying around. Mental vomit, getting stuff off my chest, also cringe attempts at writings.

I have some collected small bits of scrap metal but I think people know about that

Maybe the random junk I keep for crafting.
It was yesterday when I cut up a disposable container's lid to keep a flat 4inch round see-through part. (I was thinking about using it as a base for fridge magnets - I can attach felt and embroidery to it)
I could just buy a big sheet of foamcore from dollar store, but no: random junk it is!

I have a couple guns and of course ammo that corresponds. (No kids have access to the residence). The thing I've noticed though is that I do have a couple rounds that aren't for the guns I currently own. So if I died and someone went through my house they would probably be confused trying to find some hidden gun that corresponds to those. 1 of the rounds I actually just found laying on the floor after I moved in, so it wasn't even mine. I should really find someone to give them too so I dont leave someone panicked about moving a new resident in and thinking a kid may find the "missing" guns.

The riding crop and the little rock with two eyes painted on it.

Kink gear, including cute adult diapers and onesies.

I come across shit all the time that I’m like “what the fuck even is this? Why do I have this?” And it goes in a “what the fuck?” Box until I either figure it out or the heat death of the universe happens, whichever comes first.

As for actual stuff I know the use for, I have a light ball a friend gave me as a housewarming gift. It doesn't work anymore, it doesn't have buttons or any way to replace batteries, it was shake activated, but there’s nothing loose bumping around in it, and the weight is well distributed so it doesnt really feel like there’s anything in it, and transitioned through colors. It is flat on one side but otherwise a white ball about the size of a baseball, which would likely make people go “what the fuck? This a cat toy or smth?”

Teeth. Or did I get rid of them? I hope I did. They're my kid's baby teeth. I found them in a wee box when I moved a while ago, I hope I got rid of them 😱.

My journals.

On an unrelated note, how does one dispose of a sexdoll? Asking for a friend. 🤷‍♀️

The USB in the safe, it'll give access to the password manager. The possibilities are endless after that I suppose and could continue to grow until such day.

Probably the bones

The amount of log. The pictures, the journals, the dedicated web apps to keep track of things... It would be too much work to sort through and would go to waste, I'm sure. That's why I've started a new habit of "making things usable". When I die, would someone be able to go through my stuff, search in it, find the bits that are interesting?

I'm not gonna embarrass myself with the first set of things, so probably a few things on my devices. I have some NSFW and SFW kinda spicy stuff on my laptop, 2 desktops, and phone. Things I would personally be kinda embarrassed about sharing with people that aren't furries... it's yiff and SFW furry writing of mine. A lot of incomplete writing, mind you.

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