Please at least throw out the giant bag of used tissues.

My wife and her sisters are Tissue Users. My brother-in-law complains endlessly about the omni-present “snot rags” he fines everywhere. I’m more resigned to my fate as a collector of used tissues; after I die, I’ll probably continue to wander the house as a ghost, collecting spirit-world tissues from under furniture, for eternity.

In the name of whatever you find holy, please throw out that bag.