I see it in a slightly different light: it's a gift they're giving you. In the cleaning, sorting of junk, I've found countless treasures of my dead relatives. Handling it helped me process my grief, reminding me of the good times and the bad. I leap at the opportunity to help clear that stuff out, because it's a powerful grief ritual.

Like the folks in the article, most of what my relatives considered valuable wasn't, by and large, I only kept little worthless trinkets. Like folks in the article, some of my cousins got weird and fought over the stuff, but for me, it's just stuff, and I've got too much of that already.