My house is bad for junk. I'm not a hoarder, but live in my childhood home, where too many people have lived and left their junk for me to deal with. In a dusty back corner of the garage I once spied a box labelled "Cat's shoe follies" (Cat being my 'baby' sister who has not lived here for over a decade). Hoping to have it sorted out before I pass on, lol. There have been attempts at garage sales, but there's quite a few boxes of "mixed junk" in odd corners.
However, my old guy's little shack is VERY bad, I suspect, these days (I stopped visiting for more than a few minutes a few years ago when the plumbing and the water failed simultaneously and have never been right since; he visits me). He has been collecting music, on cassette tapes, VHS tapes, DVD's, CD's, etc., for 40 years. Also, he never throws anything out if there might some day be a use for it. Last time I looked, there were some very ancient bottles of homemade wine under the sink... Hugs, Hilary; OPs 'stuff' is always a problem, and it's worse when it's mixed up with grief and loss.
Yay, seeler, strawberries and rhubarb! Both are bountiful this year; I've been out picking for the church, but not for myself yet. If it stays not too hot, I might get it picked and jammed at the same time. Last year it was so hot for weeks after berry picking that the berries had to be frozen and processed later.