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When we cleaned the ancestral home in Waco there were five garbage sacks of unused McDonald's napkins and almost $500 in pocket change on the floor. I keep trying to use the memory of those very bad ten days to motivate my DH to get rid of stuff but it doesn't work very consistently. All empathy for the un-hoarding process!
At least I'm not an only child. I won't have to do it alone.
We were lucky to have his cousin Cinder there, but it was also our second time around- we (mostly I) cleaned the rectory in Hollywood when the FIL retired in 1983, including getting rid of clothing and grocery lists and sacks of unsorted receipts that my late MIL left behind when she died in 1980. There are still unsorted boxes which Bekin's packed for him after we left with the horrible UHaul (he insisted we come down and help him move when DH had three weeks of spring quarter left, so the FIL's books, papers, and personal stuff were left behind for the professionals to ship to Waco) that sat unopened in the dining room in Waco until after he died in 1997. Trying to get everything sorted and cleaned and properly stored is an ongoing problem that I don't want to leaved to my kids but nobody with the R gene ever throws anything out without the emotional equivalent of a city-buster bomb, and I've run out of TNT these days.
Human beings, what can you do about them?