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"Last night the wife said, 'Poor boy, when you're dead you won't take nothing with you but your soul.'"
John Lennon - "The Ballad of John and Yoko"
Not only can't I take it with me, but my wife and I never had children so I/we don't really have anyone to leave it to. Besides, I'm fairly pragmatic when it comes to the subject of death; more specifically my own. The two most common beliefs are, a) that we simply die and our existence ends, and b) that there is some form of afterlife and that what we call a "soul" leaves the body when it dies and returns to that afterlife. Either way, once this body dies I'll have no use for any of this Earthly stuff and certainly won't care about it or what happens to it. But as long as I'm here, it would sure be nice to have enough of that evil green stuff stashed away so that I wouldn't have to concern myself with whether or not I have enough of it to live out my remaining days in even a modest amount of comfort.
I've long held that many of our concepts of "ownership," particularly ownership of land and "permanent" structures thereon, carry more than a whiff of mortality denial.