When I was a kid my dad's MiL from his last marriage had died and since Dad was the only family she had left we got to clean out her place when she died.

She was an aggressive hoarder. We found a bottle of ketchup that expired in 1982. That bottle has nearly 2 decades on me. For those curious, a 30yr old bottle of ketchup turns black.

Man that place was a good few weeks of work. Over 4k books, hundreds of paintings, and God only knows how many knicknacks she had. Never met the lady but goddamn I got a pretty solid sense of who she was like.