A friend of mine, who shall remain anonymous, has the unenviable job, with the help of his wife and others, of cleaning out a large old house lived in for the last several years by his parents-in-law. Sadly, both of them died within two months of each other, earlier this year. My friend was named executor of the estate, which in this case means he has to deal with the financial aspects of the estate and also all of the accumulated stuff of two champion hoarders or one hoarder and one enabler. I don't think any of the remaining family members realized quite how bad conditions had become, but today my friend texted me to tell me how things were going, and mentioned that today alone they had hauled away six dump truck loads, and that was just from one floor of the house. I found it quite a challenge to clean out my house when I downsized, but my late husband's hoarding tendencies were nothing compared to this. I have offered them my deepest sympathy. I have not offered to help with the clean up. I would probably slow things down when I got sidetracked looking for hidden treasures. I'm still hung up on Antiques Roadshow.
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