had to deal with this recently a friend passed away and luckily his wife is super awsome, I had given him a chunk of ultra kaiju toys over the years and was able to get them all into his collector friends hands,I've got alot of stuff that has come from the deceased but toys are wierd, it's an object so full of life and energy and to associate them with death is F'ing harsh, but it was awsome to see some play wear on one of his ultramans. several friends know what to do with my collection, split it between who will appreciate it most, burn my ass to a crisp and divy up my ashes into all the smogun I own so everyone I know can have a spify urn I can't take it with me but you can take me with you
reminds me of this story of a potentially cursed vintage toy: http://toybotstudios.blogspot.com/2009/ ... stery.html post script: joe is still alive. he may be cursed...but still alive.
I don't think I would really care what happens to my collection after I'm gone. I mean that's like a baby being concerned about the placenta after it's born.
Based on the bag I got back when my pops was cremated, a full grown person would probably fit completely inside one Hukkokudo Smogon. I've always though it would be cool to get made into a big resin figure.
can't remember if I saw it here on skullbrain but you can get pressed into a vinyl record or a synthetic diamond, would be kind of epic if a toy producer set there final project to be a pull of vinyl figs with there ashes mixed in
We were just talking about this.... I made a home movie for my wife and son. I named every fig and went into the stories behind the figures and the wonderful people that helped me hunt them down. great sites (like this one) my user names and passwords so that if they wanted/needed to get rid of them - they would have the ability. i picked a fig for both and told them that no matter what they could not get rid of them.
When (if) I die I've made arrangements to be turned into an animatronic robot that will sing happy birthday at kids parties.
I was watching an episode of American Pickers where the guys were picking through a collection of an older fellow who was in the process of selling everything he had. Said his kids had no interest and he basically felt it was time to pass it on. That really resonated with me and I can understand the sentiment. All I know is that I would want my collection recirculated into the collecting population- unless my as-of-yet unplanned and unborn offspring have any interest in it, of course. The greatest tragedy of collecting is seeing an amazing collection disappear after the owner's death or disinterest in the hobby. That or a museum. Maybe I'll build a toy museum in my elder years.
i'm not worried about my toys, my wife know exactly who to contact and the value of a bunch of pieces. my real concern is my shoes. might have to be buried with those.
How many people's families are going to find their Gogas after they suddenly die and think they are no different then $4 dino toys you had as a kid : P
