I'm sure your wife agrees, Brian, that yes, you need ALL that crap. My sister's husband died a couple of months ago. She's living off the sale of his crap. He was an engineer or something, and had five acres of crap, including boats, jet skis, cars, trucks, trailers, and believe it or not, a flippin' train (like the kind used for carnival rides), and a disassembled damn airplane AND helicopter for cryin' out loud! (Not to mention the brewery and the grow room for medical marijuana.) They were all "projects" that he had to keep because someday he was gonna get to it, them, all that crap. Not a single item is worth more than a few thousand dollars as is, but craigslist and piecemealing it out is paying the bills. I don't know what she's gonna do long term. That property and their lives are what one might call Dysfunction Junction, you know, on the corner of Silly St. and WTF Avenue. It's a source of concern and consternation.