Much of the consumerism that taught them to accumulate junk turned into a burden for us all. Everything they bought is "vintage" and many pretend it holds onto some type of value. That or they didn't want to clean up their garage for 30 years. The boomers' posthumous contribution to landfills is truly staggering.

I've spent the last two decades training my parents to understand that I generally don't want their hand-me-downs, and probably don't want a lot of their belongings when they depart this world. Maybe a few items that have sentimental value, but the rest will likely be sold, assuming we can find people to buy it. And they do have a lot of stuff. Some of it valuable art and trinkets they've collected over the years. Very little of it resonates with me, though. They're in their 80s now, so we've had discussions about plans between them and my older brother and myself. There are trusts. We have access to their accounts. I count myself lucky that they're so practical.

And yet I am watching a re-resurgence of collecting crap began anew. Take vinyl for example: heavy, bulky, environmentally awful and on par with if not worse sounding than alternatives. But people want something tangible. Which I am also beginning to see with old collectables. Also art: there is a movement to get physical art since digital is not tangible and possibly not even made by a human.

China, silver, and plastic ware: I have seen an uptick in those as well which is bizarre. Is it just a matter of time till the cycle comes around again?

Anecdotal but so far the only "great wealth transfer" I've seen has been to elder care organizations, not descendants.

Nothing new. My both deceased grandmother's left behind houses, pole barns full of things. In the 80s, and the family resorted to renting a dumpster to get rid of much of it. It's kind of sad, but everyone already had lots of junk of their own. I'm guilty of this as well, I'm starting to fill up a storage unit of my own. I however think twice now when I make a purchase.

My grandmother recently died. Her son and his awful wife couldn't wait to swoop in and take all her stuff. I actually didn't mind though. They took all the tvs and old fur coats. Me and my brother got the pictures they left on the walls and the silly fridge magnets she liked. I think we ended up with the better stack of stuff at the end of the day.

Yeah, but there's likely a house included in that. For some of you that's the only house you're going to get.

A small price to pay for having to take a load of Precious Moments to the tip.

I myself have a baby's cot in the attic, courtesy of a mental mother-in-law. Nicotine stained blankets, the lot. I have no idea why. We don't want kids. We have never expressed any interest in having one. It's just taking up room. Shipped to us at great expense by somebody who I can only assume thinks she's getting grandchildren out of this. She is not. Not from us anyway. So in the attic it will sit until she dies and then the missus can finally throw it away, safe from a random surprise inspection to make sure we still have it.

If it was left to me it would already be gone, probably into a bonfire.

What really pisses me off is that she had a NES in the room she kept this junk in. Didn't fucking send us that.

About to be? My dad and mom are TV level hoarders. It's going to take dumpsters to clean their houses. And very little to none of it is worth anything.

My father was an incorrigible hoarder, but my mother had been culling his shit for years ever since he got too sick to stop her. Now that he's buried she's culling the last of it all, which is still a lot. She is not a hoarder but we kids have no use for her stuff even tho it's quality. Estate sale is what it's gonna be.

Happy I have sane parents who consistently downsize and donate without bothering me. We had one conversation where they asked me what I'm interested in. Of course I told them to enjoy their things as they wish.

There was a painting of a beautiful waterfall landscape, painted in 1890, (verified) my grandmother and grandfather bought early in their marriage. I always admired it and it made me think of nostalgic, fond memories of growing up. My dad hated it because that was the formal room he had to sit in for time out. Yoink. It sits in my living room and inspires me every day. A happy trade based on adult conversation.

Context is everything.

My dad just passed and I got a box of ninja swords and a telescope. He didn’t even have any pictures. I wish I had stuff to remember him by but he was destitute the end of his life.

This is the truth. Both sets of parents have dumped stuff on us often enough that we’ve had to put our collective foot down and refuse most items. Gone are the days were there might be just a few real nice items people wanted to keep, now it’s collections of Precious Moments figurines or similar that nobody wants.

It’s really hard to get rid of stuff that is still good and useful. You can barely literally give it away. I hate waste, so just dumping whatever it is in the trash is an absolute last resort. Places you would think that would take stuff are also overwhelmed and won’t take a ton of different things. Salvation Army, Goodwill…all of them have gotten picky and will refuse things even if new on occasion.

It’s really given me a deep revulsion for “stuff”. If something comes into our house it has to have a real purpose, or if it’s replacing something, the old thing must go ASAP.