I think people attach sentimental feelings to everday, boring objects. Jewellery, - pass it on. Toilet decor - throw it out. My nana keeps giving us all stuff from her house when we visit, "because i won't be around forever and you need something to remember me by"
We have exactly to opposite happening with us and our possessions.
RedNut's dad passed away 5 years ago, and all of his possessions ended up with RN. So we were eternally grateful for all of this furniture when we we young and poor and living on our own. Years pass and our circumstances change. The couches are falling apart, leaking stuffing and completely beyond repair. The wall unit is taking up too much space and the entertainment unit is rotting in the garden shed.
So we go to throw the couches out. RN's brother kick up a stink about how we should hold on to them. They are 25 years old and beyond help. Nope, he told us that we had to keep them in the storage shed for him becaue what would dad think (i would hazard a guess at "why in godd@m he!! are you keeping those carpy couches"). RN gave out the ultimatum - take them or we will throw them. He took them and then 6 weeks later, bought himself a new couch and threw the old ones out. After all that fuss...
The wall unit was next on our list. We were going to either donate it to charity or sell it though a classified ad. Nope, RN's crazy auntie told us that we were not allowed to get rid of it as it belonged to his dad (who by the way hated crazy auntie) so she will take it. It is now jammed into a corner of her already overstuffed house, gathering dust.
We managed to get rid of the entertainment unit though. It got dropped off a verandah while trying to move it so we had to demolish it. Well, that's our story and we are sticking to it.