Bed for me. My ex-partner promised to buy a new bed before we moved into married life. It took them almost a year to get it, they showed me the proof of purchase as my 'birthday present'. They got extremely cranky every step of the way of getting a bloody bed. Then when we went to pick the mattress, they told me what I wanted did not matter because it was their bed, not ours. This is hilarious because it is legally half mine.
When I cleaned up the rubble from the old bed and the house, they dumped me. Apparently cleaning their hoarding space is invading their life.
It will be lovely when I claim that bed by dying on it. Tough luck fucking anybody else on it, then. Tough luck even living in this house they acted was theirs and me an unwanted couch-surfer when I gave up my own place so that we can live together.
I might even strip the protective cover so that the mattress itself will be ruined.
Even if not for this reason, I wouldn't like to die in nature. No sense in driving home what I'm missing as I leave, or feeling any strong feelings. SI is a bitch as it is.