You have the IKEA store on speed dial.
You think Andy Warhol was an artist.
You are the one that thinks that thick orange shag carpeting is coming back in style.
You think that “modern” style furniture is comfortable.
And, you have the entire black light and lava lamp collection from every head shop in a thousand mile radius.
Your right then, nothing in your house is worth anyone's life....well, maybe the Raquel Welch poster from One Million Years B.C. but other than that you are covered.
Although...although...one niggling thought. The people breaking in had a stolen gun. If you live alone then you can make the call that your life wasn't worth theirs. But what if your wife or kids were home? Would there be something then in your home that you rated higher than the people breaking in? They certainly had no trouble thinking your stuff might well be worth killing for.
“Nothing in my home is worth your life”
I never thought about the grammar of that - but I see that you are correct. It perhaps should read “Everything in my home is worth more to me than your life.” or “Nothing in my home is worth anything to you if you are dead”. Makes a heck of a large sign though!