Back in the day, I used to have an agreement with my friend Mark. We would be sure to remove the ... um ... more salacious sex-oriented accoutrements from each other's apartment in the case of our untimely demise. This would be so that the authorities and/or the family would not see the questionable items. Mark did die a few years after I left Columbus, and luckily he had another friend pick up the task since I was out of town and couldn't do it for him.
Now I have no one to take care of this... at least I haven't asked anyone yet. Perhaps, given the above video from St. Paul, MN, I should re-institute the de-porning agreement.
