Steve is the same way. I just throw it all out. He had this tremendous pile of mail that started on the table, and then had to move to the desk, and finally to the floor because it just kept getting bigger. Every now and then I'd say, "You know...that pile of your mail..." and he'd snap, "I know! I will take care of it!" But did he? Of course not. Finally, when he was out one day, I got a trash bag and just threw the whole gigantic pile away. I didn't even sort through it; I just figured that, if he hadn't had to dig through it by now, there wasn't anything in there that he needed to keep.

That was four months ago, and he still hasn't noticed that the mountain of old mail that had been on the floor next to his desk isn't there anymore.