A project I don't want to start

There's a big wood trunk in Eryn's room.  Without transferring over half of the contents to a plastic container, it was immovable.  Even mostly empty, I still needed Eryn's help to pop the lip over the steps while I pushed it upstairs to a temporary staging area in my stationary bicycling room..  The trunk contains over thirty years of crap.  A bottle from the old couple I was friends with in high school, Ruth and Hugh McKinnon.  An Oreo Cookie doll.  A Rambo figurine.  Old postcards.  Old writing.  Old newspapers.  Old Boy Scout artifacts like my Eagle award. Old.  And I need to figure out what to do with it all.  Pictures, cards, mugs...so much stuff.  I can just put it up in the garage in the plastic container, but that still requires a bit of pruning and reduction and even a minimal amount of pruning and reduction probably means going through almost everything.  Scanning much of it and uploading it to the web as backup.  So look forward to Throw Back Fridays or some such thing where I try to explain an artifact that makes absolutely no sense to anyone else and that I don't want anyone to have to deal with should I make an attempt at shuffling off this mortal coil once again.