I hereby bequeath my entire 25-volume collection of Jackie and My Guy annuals to my brother Dave. He's a sensitive sort.
I also munificently bequeath my clapped-out old Robin Reliant to Auntie Mildred; the kids can have the £12.51 in the bank; Moggy can have the washing machine ('cos she likes watching it go round) and my mate Ada can have my great-grandmother's dusty costume jewellery collection.
That sound about right? Thinking about this stuff makes me realise that we have very little of material value.