If I die young, part of your postmortem husbandly duties are to go through all of my things and throw out the embarrassing shit before my mother gets to it.
Don’t women have porn buddies too? Asymmetric encryption for your stash?
Sure, I’ll get rid of the embarrassing shit and leave your MacBook with a (non-dirty) Rainbow Brite desktop background and whatever NSYNC albums are floating around on BitTorrent.
If you die by suicide, I reserve the right to populate your iTunes with the entire Elliott Smith and Jeff Buckley catalogues and download a bunch of Seroquel XR pdfs.