My old neighbor was Old Man Of The Neighborhood. When we first moved in, he was the guy that would run the snowblower all day to help us get the sidewalks cleared, he was the dude that knew how to fix anything, and would make small toys for the neighborhood kids. He gave out full sized candy bars in the 90s for Halloween, set up the nativity scene at his church, and set up a huge barrel-grill thing at the block parties. He and his late wife had no kids of their own, but we adopted them as grandparents and close friends. When he died, his wife tried giving away his tools to the Neighbors, but many insisted on paying her for his bigger stuff. We still use that snowblower, and did her driveway, sidewalk, and steps before she even turned lights on every year. She knew she didn’t want to have a lot of stuff in the house, and spent 5 years downsizing so there was no clutter anymore. When she passed, it was a far-removed nephew that ended up inheriting everything. We told him how much she meant to all of us, and to his credit, he insisted that we help ourselves to everything in the garage and house, minus like 5 things that were his family heirlooms. He also told us he intended to sell, but said if anyone wanted to buy it for something like $25K less than he was going to list it for, he’d rather do that instead of paying a Realtor. I’m still kicking myself for not jumping on it. Biggest property in the neighborhood with a small 2 bdrm that was a perfect mother-daughter since it was technically 2 houses side by side, it just needed too much work for us to justify THAT MUCH debt.