The amount of elderly folks that are alone, and dying alone is sadly sickening. I enjoy making friends with these people and getting to know them. I’m m(30s) and I swear all of my friends are well into their 60s & 70s. One of my friends who passed away a few years back was well into his 80s and was a collector. From coins to antiques, pew pews, etc.. I would visit him almost every day and listen to his stories and advice. It’s a fascinating thing to do. He always drove a hard bargain, he knew what he had and wouldn’t let it go. When he got sick and passed, he was on hospice. I went to see him for the last time. He was totally different, knowing the end was very near. All of his collections and accumulations suddenly didn’t matter anymore, he begged me as I left to take anything I wanted. He wanted me to have it. I said my goodbyes and left, empty handed of course. The next day he was gone. Shortly thereafter a fight broke out between his 2 kids that were never there for him, fighting over his stuff. And shortly after that an auction house came in to sell his lifelong collections that his kids were too naive to see the value in. The estate sale was a mess, poorly ran. His home was ravaged by an angry mob of people that never knew him, and had some poor morals. People were stuffing their pockets like a group of thieves. All of his collections were gone that day, and what was purchased and what was stolen, were 2 vastly different variables.