What strikes me about this story is there's no indication the man was an actual photographer. I have a small collection of film gear - maybe a dozen cameras, about 3 of which I use frequently. When I die, I don't want to be remembered as a collector of gear. My dear wife may well throw it all away, anyway.

I want to be remembered as a man who took pictures. And, occasionally, some really good ones. Nobody but a camera geek cares what kind of cameras Ansel Adams used.