The real head of the household, of course. Besides, I'm 77. I don't need more stuff. I need to divest myself of a whole lot of "stuff." My kids are already groaning about having to deal with my beloved junk some day.
My kids aren't sweating it. They've already told us as soon as we go, they will back a 40 cubic yard dumpster up to the house and fill it up, then do it a second time because they know one won't hold everything!