With so much dead people around me, it has been very tempting to keep objects with 'sentimental value'. My fathers' two chairs became my whole childhood in my mind, my whole father. It was very tempting to see these objects as carrying all this significance, which objects clearly do not do. Even though it was their symbolism which prevented me from dying, the chairs fulfilled their function and lost their useful symbolism when I didn't die. ending the story as all stories should end.