Yeah. I come from a family of hoarders, and I’m a little cluttery myself. I always worry that I’ll die unexpectedly and they’ll be unable to part with god knows what random shit they find in my apartment. If I knew when I was gonna die, I’d schedule someone to come help me trash my belongings the day before. I’d set aside the actually nice stuff for them, but no one needs to convince themselves that a broken USB drive I used to keep porn on or a torn up canvas is super sentimental and they need to hold onto it forever.