I once lived in an apartment where the tenant passed away inside the apartment. But the Fire Department couldn’t get INTO the apartment to get her out.
Because she was a hoarder.
When this lady died, or whenever she was discovered, the Fire Department showed up in droves. There must have been two or three trucks, and twenty guys. I remember peeking out the peephole to see one fireman after another, heading up the stairs and turning the corner, holding axes and whatever else they have to use.
When they finally removed her, and her hoarding, the hoarded items were left in the garbage area on the first floor.
When I say I had never seen anything like this in my life, I have to think that most people haven’t either.
There were floor to ceiling stacks, each thing was stacked inside itself, of:
Quart size containers (that you’d get Egg Drop soup in)
Half gallon ice cream containers
Magazines (from who knows how far back)
Newspapers (stacks and stacks and stacks)
It was absolutely unbelievable.
Days later we had knocks at the door asking if we wanted to be exterminated.
The plus of moving so much – me – is that it gives me a chance to go through my stuff and eliminate. I like to say I move lightly! But this woman had lived in this apartment for nearly 50 years. She had plenty of time to collect a lot of stuff…and not throw anything out.