Someone will buy that house and rehab it. Too bad -- it belongs in a museum.
A few days later, the bereaved son recruited some old friends and brought in a dumpster. I watched them all day, carrying stuff out -- and dumping it. This gave me chills. I’ve emailed my family:“Kids -- TELL ME WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED from this house. Otherwise – watch out! I just may put it up on eBay.”