A lot of people (3) have expressed surprise that I might put our herbs in alphabetical order in our shelves. Indeed, the word 'obsessive' was heard to escape my first wife's lips.
But I only had to do this job once, and in the process I discovered that four lots of coarse black pepper, three lots of ground pepper, three small bottles of cumin, and three lots of nameless mixed spices appearing to be prototypes for KFC were surplus to requirements. Plus any containers whose use by date was greater than five years old got donated to charity (or something—I'm sure I've heard someone say that missionaries and people in ministry love to receive this kind of stuff...), and suddenly the pantry was looking cleaner in an anti-entropic kind of way. Behold, it was very good.