I visualize it a lot, what might happen to my home and its contents. When I lived far away from my parents it actually was a contributing factor to stopping me, the thought of my dad having to take time off work to travel and deal with my apartment, car, etc.
idk how it would work in practice though.
I think about family finding embarrassing things, but quickly realize that I'll be too dead to be embarrassed.
I think about the things I have that would be thrown away and feel sad about some of them. Stuff that I want to keep if I continue living, that I could give to others, but would likely just end up in a landfill if I died. that's kind of what I want to have happen to my things - maybe the apartment manager hires someone to haul things away, then sells and recycles what they can before trashing the rest.