I have a friend who is a collector of certain artsy items. These are neither cheap nor tacky, yet he has hundreds of them and will buy more as he finds them. They have not driven him from his home, for while he has many dozens of them tastefully displayed throughout the house, the vast majority of them are neatly stored in boxes in the garage and attic. He is a collector, a consumer of fine art.
I have known a number of people, both men and women, who are hoarders. These people amass stuff. Once they acquire an item they cannot rid themselves of it. These things may have value, they may be useless, but the clutter they create builds to the point that the occupant of the house has mere aisles eighteen inches wide between piles of junk, a path from a kitchen, a bathroom, one to a bedroom. Papers, books, magazines stacked four feet high, unimaginable and unusable trash everywhere. If there were a treasure in the lot, the heirs will never find it, for they will simply have the stuff shoveled into dumpsters when the owner dies. Hoarder.
Oh, by the way. Neither the stuff of the hoarder nor the collector has any eternal value. Jesus said,
Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal. --Matthew 6:19,20