His last year of life, he said EFF IT ALL and quit cleaning. His last 3-4 months after he lost his job, he just sat on the couch chugging straight Vodka. After he passed, me and my Step Dad went through his house. It was mid May and extremely hot in the house. I have a VERY poor sense of smell and was still grossed out. What I did to help myself was zone out and charged forward. I looked for things that I might need or want and got out of there. My Brother's case was unique because he had not made payments on his house or truck in months. He was about to lose both. We decided to just let it be. His Bank eventually took it over and sold it to a developer....and took the truck. He had no Life Insurance and nothing to gain. It was sad. But in some ways, it made it easy. But going through his house, I did not linger at all. Took MAYBE 30 minutes and was out. My Mom said she felt like she should have gone too. I said..NO YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE! So glad she did not see it. Regardless, it's a tough tough thing. I know I rambled again but bottom line. Keep it as simple as possible and don't torture yourself in the process. Easier said than done, I know.
