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07-10-2016, 12:51 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-10-2016, 04:09 PM by ThePaladin.)
A few years ago, after my aunt passed, my sister-my aunt's executor for the estate-and I proceeded to clear out the family home (3 generations lived in the house). Two weeks later, when we weren't even finished sorting through the piles of paper, we called in an estate sale company because we realized we were looking at months of work just getting almost a century's worth of crap out of the house so we could get the house on the market.
Every piece of paper had to be handled because there was bank and investment paperwork squirreled away throughout the house. We found cash stuffed in odd places. There were cancelled checks older than me. The pantry was filled with boxes of papers and a kazillion boxes of decades-old Jello.
I muttered more than once that no piece of paper that entered that house was ever allowed to leave, that the house was a paper prison and my family members were the wardens.
So yeah, been there, done that, and I swore I wouldn't leave that kind of mess to be cleaned up after I cross.
Every piece of paper had to be handled because there was bank and investment paperwork squirreled away throughout the house. We found cash stuffed in odd places. There were cancelled checks older than me. The pantry was filled with boxes of papers and a kazillion boxes of decades-old Jello.
I muttered more than once that no piece of paper that entered that house was ever allowed to leave, that the house was a paper prison and my family members were the wardens.
So yeah, been there, done that, and I swore I wouldn't leave that kind of mess to be cleaned up after I cross.