About 15 years ago I bought a house to 'flip'. The lady died and husband wanted nothing to do with the house nor any items in it He only took some clothes then moved to Florida. This was a lady that did every craft imaginable, and did beautiful work. Oil paintings, crocheted and knitted items, quilts, fabric, machines, albums of every vacation documented, rock collections, recipes from generations back and I know I'm leaving some out. I contacted her only son - he wanted none of it because he lived in a trailer and didn't have room. I still have a heavy heart about this situation because I felt I was getting rid of an unknown me. I had an estate sale and sadly I still had lots left. i filled a dumpster to the brim, cried and had to leave the house when they came to pick it up. I know this will be a replay of me.