Just having to go through close not-at-all-rich relatives' ordinary household crap and various beloved (by them) keepsakes and deal with the pain and hassle of that in the wake of their deaths is bad enough. I can't imagine having a whole friggin' museum of electronic doo-dads dumped on me. I expect I'd take one turn through it with the best of intentions, and walk out the exit already dialing up an auction house to take care of it for me.