My dad did me an inadvertent favor when I was young. He threw out my comic book collection once when we were moving. I was really torqued at the time but it served to break the early hoarder spirit in me (don't worry - it reasserted itself later on!).
Nowadays I can still appreciate a well-crafted "graphic-art" story but the spell is broken on mindlessly collecting them. And with no children to share them with or bequeath to what's the point?