As a septuagenarian still acquiring new gear I'm fully conscious of whistling past the graveyard. No relative surviving me will want any of this stuff. My estate auctioneer won't even discover the hi-fi aftermarket. But that's OK. Got a dear friend, serious music lover and an old soul despite having parents younger than me. Apparently I did him trifling kindnesses many years ago -- forgotten by me, but momentous to him. Having connected in recent times via gastronomical events, last October we sat up until 4am downing 5 bottles of wine (good stuff) and grooving on 2-channel audio with The War on Drugs plus a great deal else. Pretty sure he would take my amps and speakers if he gets a dedicated 2-channel room by the time I croak. So there's that, and that's something.
