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We had a similar situation with a neighbor where I grew up. My dad told me a couple of years ago, all of a sudden stuff started coming out of the house. Lots of extra garbage each week, people occasionally coming by to carry out furniture, all sorts of things. This went on for weeks, until my dad happened to go talk to the guy one day, and found out the story: the wife was the hoarder, and she had died. The husband had just lived with it through the years as she got older and hoarder-ier, and now he was finally clearing it out, one cubic foot at a time. That crosses the line from dedication into enabling, for me, but I guess it's sweet in a way...
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