Have you guys read this story about Swedish Death Cleaning?
Lord have mercy I cannot believe how many people defend those who leave their estates (I use the word "estate" loosely, as in, "All the crap you leave behind when you die that someone else has to clean up") in total disarray.
The only conclusion I can draw is that those people either
1. Have never had to clean up a messy estate after someone has died (my mother's house will take time, but everything is organized and labeled and I am on her safe-deposit box and her accounts and she has all of her financial records in order, so there will be No Drama) or
2. Are planning to leave a huge mess for their children AND THEY DON'T CARE.
Sly and Doris were not even serious hoarders - they were like the Brownies of hoarders, or maybe the Cub Scouts. They never reached Eagle Scout Hoarder status.
But even with their not so awful level of hoarding, it was a pain in the neck for Primo to clean out their house. He couldn't find their financial records, he didn't know if they had a safe deposit box (they had made a list referencing one), and he was worried about throwing away something important, which was not an impossibility as they had, in just one desk drawer, tax receipts for the past eight years, Medicare EOBs, and the letters I had written them.
I don't think they were keeping the letters for sentimental reasons.
I think they were just too lazy to throw them away.
Did I mention that there was not one single photo of me in that entire house?
Honestly. The energy I expended - at the beginning - trying to get them to accept me. It was never going to happen. Never. I am so glad that I realized that and stopped beating myself up.
Anyhow. Primo would call me every night when he was there and ask if I wanted this thing or that thing.
Nope. I did not want his parents stuff.
1. It would remind me of his parents.
2. Their stuff was not high quality.
He tried to talk me into keeping the Pyrex and the Corning Ware.
I might have considered it - might have - if it had not been avocado green. And if we had needed more storage.
But I said no.
What I did not consider was that we could have sold it and made a ton of money.
See that photo at the top?
Those bowls - my mom has one of those yellow bowls on the bottom and that is the only thing of hers I want when she dies, not because it is worth money but because I have so many happy memories of making cookies with her using that bowl - cost NINETY FIVE DOLLARS for the set!
And this was at a thrift shop in a tiny, no stoplight town near Lake Superior!
Dang. Ted and Ted'sWife were demanding the wrong memento. They should have stopped whining about Doris' bracelet - the one that turned out to be costume jewelry - and asked for all the Pyrex.
I blew it.