Bedside table

You die, alone at the time, in your bed, and a stranger walks in. All s/he has as a clue to who you are is your stuff on your bedside table. What would that stuff say about you?
Growing up in India, I slept a lot on a mattress on the floor, so a bedside table is as recent an occurrence as a bed. I’ve been looking at stuff on my bedside table regularly: an empty whisky tumbler, an overfull ashtray, an empty packet of cigarettes and a stack of books. What would that say about me, I wonder?