An interesting story. I've always wanted an old Pfaff. So I see one on Facebook Marketplace (do check that out). I spend an hour on the road and that's asking a lot of an old lady who does not drive well anymore. Cop on my tail as I arrived.
It is a Pfaff 229 in a nice cabinet. So I asked how he came up with this. He said I probably shouldn't tell you, but I will. This belonged to a close neighbor and her husband. They were getting up close to their 90's and beginning with dementia. The kids were grown and gone. So the same thing as poor Pam Bono; the husband shot her and then himself.
The kids wanted nothing and auctioned it all off. When we turned it on the light bulb began to smoke, so I shut it off and it appears that it was trying to melt. This has sat somewhere unused since Feb. of this year. I took the machine and left it with a repair man.
Sadly, in the door of the cabinet was a little baggie of labels with her name.