You Guys Got Me Decluttering, For Want Of a Better Word

What really happens to all of our crap when we die, & how painful, even harmful might it potentially be for those who survive us to have to go through it? Are they even likely to go through it? How much of it holds genuine sentimental value, & how much of it is just taking up space? How much of it may, actually, serve someone else better? When I grow up I want to be a minimalist… :)