I hope when my time comes that the correct people look through my things. My son has no clue and my husband, well, he doesn't have any idea who many squishes I really have.
I guess I'll probably give everything to a church and let them have a huge tag sale or a quilting guild. However I'd have to come up with something else for 25 years of cross stitch projects all kitted up and ready to go. Sigh, I hope I've got time to come up with a plan, I'm 49 afterall, no spring chicken.