My parents got their house from an elderly man. It was in terrible shape and essentially abandoned. The reason is that this was his and his wife's country house away from the city. They came here on the weekend for bird watching because they both loved birds. There are birdhouses everywhere still lol. Anyway as soon as she died he literally never came to the house again, he couldn't stand it. He just closed the doors locked everything up and never returned because the pain was too bad feeling all the memories with his wife. He kept the house for a while (I think like 20 years?) then finally when he was ready he sold it and told my parents the story. In the garage there is still each of their names written in the cement next to each other. I wanted to post a pic of it but decided against it for doxxing reasons but it warms my cold dead heart whenever I walk past it.