I've never been too attached to things, and as I get older, they mean less and less to me. Why cherish something that will go to a blockhead after your death, and probably get broken or abused? I appreciate quality in the things I use, but those things don't have any real importance for me. You take Forrest J. Ackerman, the guy who started the magazine *Famous Monsters of Filmland*. His collection of horror and science fiction memorabilia was unmatched anywhere in the world, but after his death, nobody wanted to buy the entire collection and keep it intact. Nobody cared as much about the things he collected as he did. From an April 2009 article: >Sadly, many of Forry’s prized possessions were sold or stolen over the years, and much of what’s left will be auctioned off on April 30 and May 1. Despite his steadfast efforts to do so, Ackerman never found a permanent home for his treasure (a portion of it can be viewed at Seattle’s Science Fiction Museum and Hall of Fame). In the end, things are just things. There's no point in getting attached to them, because you can't take them with you.