I sardonically think back to when my father (then 60) died almost a decade ago. My brother (then 25) and I (then 19) assigned ourselves the task of clearing ou

I sardonically think back to when my father (then 60) died almost a decade ago. My brother (then 25) and I (then 19) assigned ourselves the task of clearing out the porn. No one else had to see it, you're welcome, Dad. You don't think about these things until they happen. P.S. to anyone who hasn't lost someone close: there's a lot of bespoke awkwardness unique to every individual's death