Sometimes you're tasked to go through a dead person's belongings, and you run into shit like coffee mugs, and they're all just cheap foreign-made shit, but maybe they have meaning anyway, right? So you're carefully considering whether some lame Spongebob coffee cup had some kind of sentimental significance to this person — and you'd want to keep and preserve such things as the least you could do for someone who's gone — or maybe it's just some junk their workplace Secret Santa gave them and it has zero importance.

Everything is cheaply-made trash now, and has been for so long. Everything we leave behind is worthless, should never have been made in the first place, and yet it is all invested with meaning because it's all artifacts from our real lives. Am I the only person fully horrified by this?