Death and Taxes

My desk is a filthy mess. With income tax time coming and the completion of my last will and testament long overdue, I have decided to plunge in and rectify the situation.
First up, our retirement accounts. Dozens of monthly statements, not exactly cheerful reading material. At least they are color-coded so I can find them with out having to actually read them. Next up are various bank statements and receipts- whoo hoo! I found a certificate of deposit which is ready to be cashed- just in time to send in on taxes! Digging deeper, there are piles of photos- most of which were scanned then ended up on a post. They have a home, and it isn't on my desk- Poof! and they're gone, banished to the basement. I'll put the maps and atlases away, my dreaming is done for this year- check! Shred paid bills- Check! (Ooh that feels so good!) Camera gear... hmmm, The big camera goes into a bag, but where's my little one? Mortgage papers... thank god we're done with those! One little bill, I'll pay that now, and one big bill, I'll wait on that one. Shred, shred, shred, lordy, where does this stuff come from?

An hour later and here's the result:



Next year, same time?