+1. I used to feel creepy about going through some dead guy's stuff. I was having a beer with my old tool dealer (Dave Paling, long since passed on, unfortunately) and mentioned that to him. He fixed me by saying:
Dave: "Larry, who do you want to have your tools when you die?"
Me (instantly): "Someone like me, someone who will use them and take care of them."
Dave: "And that's why you don't need to feel creepy, he'd be happy you got them."
