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Loosely related: if your relatives ever give you anything to sell on Facebook Marketplace or something, they will insist on some sort of insane price which will not move. You lower the price dramatically and it finally sells after weeks and weeks of just sitting there. Knowing that your boomer relative will be angry that it sold for $25 rather than 40 bajillion dollars, you lie to them and say you sold it for $45. They bitch, shit themselves, scream and cry, give you a hard time all throughout Sunday dinner and then claim they're going to sell their own stuff from now on. They never sell anything, or even attempt to do so. The end.
I avoid this problem by not using Facebook
Oh no, not the end. At the end, you have a week to dispose of what can be charitably described as a hoard of useless boomer nonsense.
Behold the inevitable future of funko pops.
Yeah that's why I'm putting the pressure on now, while they're all still breathing on their own.
There's always more they've never told you about
Holy shit...
You can always call the second hand store to come and take everything
They die and now all that stuff is your responsibility anyway
I'll tell them on their death bed that I will totally sell their used figurines for 40 bajillion and that this is a reasonable price.
I already told my mom not to leave me any of her prized 70s era ethan allen furniture because I'm just going to donate it.
Noooooobody wants ugly old baroque heavy fucking king arthurs court style tables and chairs. If they do want it, there are lots of people selling it because people like me have a parent who died and left it to their kids and they're all trying to sell the ugly shit.
She insists that it's worth a fortune, but just tell her that it's worth what someone will pay to buy used furniture and come haul it all off--which isn't much. Both of my brothers already have a set that she's dumped on them over the years, I'm the only one who refused it. I have my own taste and it ain't that shit. Of course when I'm old, I have no expectation that anyone will want my shit. I like it, but by the time I'm ready to drop, MCM will probably be out of style and it can just go to the salvation army with all the rest of my worthless shit.
I'm sorry but sometimes you've got to lie to them.
If they have something like gold-plated silverware or jewelry you can be more honest. You've still got to lie and tell them it sold for slightly more than it really sold for (they will bitch and moan anyway, wanting a super inflated price, but still), and give them a cut of what you got for it.
But if it's something stupid like furniture nobody wants, or figurines, for dishware, you've got to lie to their faces and tell them you needed the money for credit card debt. That is the only way they're going to stop tripping over their hoarded stuff and getting rescued by the fire department. "Please grandma give me this massive hoard of plates you have packed in cardboard in boxes all over the floor, I need it to pay off my non existent credit cards" and then throw that shit in the trash.
Or tell them nothing. dont bring it up. especially on their death bed. Just comfort them. no need to stress them or yourself out more.Just say it is all fine. agree to whatever by handshake. After that just do what you intend to do anyways. the only legal binding contract is the will. Even at that; the stuff gets debursed to the new owners who decide whether or not to keep it. the will is a temporary measure to which these temporary objects simply find their new temporary spot. Then life continues to change among the living who make their own executive decisions with these temporary objects.
Other than that get back to your life asap. This estate stuff will eat you alive as it is while you're grieving.