Luckily I have no heirs. There won't be a long line at the door as they drag my lifeless corpse to the compost bin. My real treasures look like trash. Literally. My piece of wood that Elvis stepped on. Eric Clapton's Coricidin bottle that Duane used as well. My little Tiny Tim picture from the subway stop photo booth that he made for me. A rock from the foundation of Woody's house in Okemah. My stuff doesn't look anything like what you'll find on the walls at any Hard Rock Cafe.
Keep an eye on me.