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That's really sad. My parents went through the same thing when they had to downsize and move into a retirement community. My dad isn't much of a collector other than old coins but my mother ... oy vey.
She was just this side of being a compulsive hoarder -- never dirty or messy or filthy, it never got so bad that they were buried under mountains of stuff, but she just had to save everything -- plastic containers, bottles, cans, plastic bags, boxes, bags and so on; countless rolls and packages of gift wrap that she planned "to use someday," sewing stuff -- endless odds and ends of fabric, etc. She also had a large collection of dolls and stuff animals, some of them very old and valuable.
Since I live so far away I was spared the horrific emotional turmoil my siblings had to endure when three of them spent nearly a week "uncovering, discovering, discarding" my mom's stuff. She had a few really bad melt-downs as things were divided between being discarded and donated to thrift shops. Even though she intellectually understood there would just be no way to take all of it to their tiny new apartment, it was hard for her to see it go.
She inherited this trait from her mother who grew up during the Great Depression and, as many of her generation, developed a trait - sometimes to pathological extremes - of saving everything. My Grammma went through the same ordeal as Mama did when -she- had to move into a nursing home and -her- children went through her large, very cluttered home in Virginia and had to get rid of all her stuff. She became very hardened and bitter and died a very unhappy old lady. It was heartbreaking.
As for my vacuum cleaners, I already know what the sad fate of most of them will be if I predecease my partner. It's just something I have to accept because there's nothing I can do about it "from beyond the grave." I just enjoy them while I can.