I'm nearly 77 (2 months to go provided CV-9, lung cancer or heart failure don't get me first). And yes, I've a lot of kit, and tools, and bits of metal etc. A lot of the kit is not very good, a lot of the tools are old & worn, and even I don't know what all the bits of metal are for.
I've read the comments above, and yes, a lot of them apply to me, so not worth repeating. But in respect of what happens when I fall off my perch, well I won't care will I.
One of the worrying thoughts I have l have had for about 15 years is what happens when I do finally depart. I did the probate for my parents, not difficult, but not pleasant either, and I've very unhappy memories of, on the morning I posted off the probate application, receiving a letter from the Halifax quoting an account reference which I knew nothing about. It turned out that this was for an account which had been closed many years previously. As a result, I've produced a document for my children to assist in sorting out my affairs when I go, mainly because not even my wife knows what investments we have – as far as she is concerned, as long as she gets a sum of money each month, she isn't really bothered about where it came from. All three of my children have been told about this document and where it can be found. In it, I have listed a lot of the accumulated equipment, ok junk(!), I have accumulated over the years along with thoughts on what it may be worth. The children haven't seen the document because it is my intention to update it occasionally, so there's no point in them having a copy of something which may well be out of date.
Should I be buying new tools? Well, for what it's worth, in July of last year I was actually toying with the idea of replacing the lathe, but then life in the form of lung cancer intervened and now, I don't think it's worth it. Instead, I'm going to see what I can do to improve the old lathe, because, quite frankly, I can't be bothered with all the upheaval a new lathe would cause. To say nothing of the physical effort required by me to install it.
And what about the learning aspect? Well, for a long time now it has always been a source of wonder to me that as I go through life, I learn all sorts of things, and then, what? It's all lost. Is that a loss to society? I don't know, and I'll leave that one to wiser heads than mine to ponder over.
Financially, we are ok. My daughter appears to be ok, but is she? She doesn't say anything, and I don't ask. My elder son appears ok, but then he has always been single minded in whatever he does. My younger son is looking for something, I don't know what, and he does worry me, but at his age, 32, it's his life. Does that sound hard? Well, yes it does, but what can I do? He has to sort himself out – I can't do it for him. But the point is, stock market permitting, all three of them should get a reasonable sum each on our eventual deaths. So I've no real worries about my tools ending up in a skip. Actually, it might be interesting listening in to the eventual conversations!
Cheers,
Peter G. Shaw