Stealing from the dead
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eborcim
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This sounds like she needs to have authorities involved, especially if the empty boxes and receipts are all that's left and he died while still employed.
Toolhorder
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In addition she should call area Pawn shops and check if they were pawned.
This is in addition to a police report.
michael murder
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What goes around comes around!
A close friend's father owns a very nice historic rifle, early 1900's period 45-70. My friend, who has no siblings, told me that his dad wanted me to have it when he passed away.
My plan is to donate it to the NRA museum along with the words, "In Memory of ..."
My plan is to donate it to the NRA museum along with the words, "In Memory of ..."
gotta56forme
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After I moved in twelve years ago, an elderly guy from the other end of the block would stop and chat with me while I worked on my fixer-upper house. He served in the Navy in the Pacific during WWII. I would gladly listen to any wartime story he would tell me. In the early years, he was great to have around. About a year before his death, he became senile-mean (to everyone), and was tuning in&out of reality. He died in the tub.
In those six-seven years, I had never met his wife (ex actually - whole other story) who lived under the same roof. By reputation, she was considered a loon. The first year after his death, the yard (and house) started going downhill fast. I heard through a neighbor or two that she had contracted with some yard service that first summer. They took her money, mowed the yard once, and were never seen again.
My dog and I walk everyday, and I would think to myself as we went by, that overgrown yard is practically a postage stamp. So unannounced, I started mowing her lawn. That's how I ended up meeting her. She IS nutz, and not well off financially. To make an already long story short, I now park my '56 Chev in her otherwise empty garage in exchange for cutting that 20-minute lawn, and other small project work outside the house. She is one of those hoarders you've seen, read, or heard about - so I make it a policy not to visit or work in the house for a variety of reasons.
Since they had no kids nor local family, she doesn't really have any trustworthy people to look after her. She has been taken advantage of by door-to-door people, so-called friends, etc. One scuzzy woman friend (a fired bus driver with a drug habit - I think) is pilfering her blind, but she refuses to see it or admit it. She's lonely enough that she must be willing to let it go. The widow and her (ex)husband used to own and operate a british/import car repair shop. I never knew it from all my years of chatting with the old guy that he was a retired british car mechanic (Somehow, I had thought he had worked as an appliance repairman). When she found out I liked cars and working with my hands, she went looking for her husbands remaining tools - gone (along with other things like a few musical instruments, service medals and awards, etc). She didn't know when or who took them, but I suspect the scuzzy friend based on things I've witnessed or heard.
She has had to have some plumbing & electrical work done to the house the past couple of years, and even local well advertised and seemingly reputable companies have abused her trust and money - I've seen it first hand. I've offered to interview service people she wants to hire before she can get taken advantage of, once again. She always agrees to do so, and never calls. For people with dishonest intentions, she is just what they are looking for.
After I started volunteering the yard work, a few other neighbors have helped out in other small ways. Collectively, we can't protect her, especially from herself...
In those six-seven years, I had never met his wife (ex actually - whole other story) who lived under the same roof. By reputation, she was considered a loon. The first year after his death, the yard (and house) started going downhill fast. I heard through a neighbor or two that she had contracted with some yard service that first summer. They took her money, mowed the yard once, and were never seen again.
My dog and I walk everyday, and I would think to myself as we went by, that overgrown yard is practically a postage stamp. So unannounced, I started mowing her lawn. That's how I ended up meeting her. She IS nutz, and not well off financially. To make an already long story short, I now park my '56 Chev in her otherwise empty garage in exchange for cutting that 20-minute lawn, and other small project work outside the house. She is one of those hoarders you've seen, read, or heard about - so I make it a policy not to visit or work in the house for a variety of reasons.
Since they had no kids nor local family, she doesn't really have any trustworthy people to look after her. She has been taken advantage of by door-to-door people, so-called friends, etc. One scuzzy woman friend (a fired bus driver with a drug habit - I think) is pilfering her blind, but she refuses to see it or admit it. She's lonely enough that she must be willing to let it go. The widow and her (ex)husband used to own and operate a british/import car repair shop. I never knew it from all my years of chatting with the old guy that he was a retired british car mechanic (Somehow, I had thought he had worked as an appliance repairman). When she found out I liked cars and working with my hands, she went looking for her husbands remaining tools - gone (along with other things like a few musical instruments, service medals and awards, etc). She didn't know when or who took them, but I suspect the scuzzy friend based on things I've witnessed or heard.
She has had to have some plumbing & electrical work done to the house the past couple of years, and even local well advertised and seemingly reputable companies have abused her trust and money - I've seen it first hand. I've offered to interview service people she wants to hire before she can get taken advantage of, once again. She always agrees to do so, and never calls. For people with dishonest intentions, she is just what they are looking for.
After I started volunteering the yard work, a few other neighbors have helped out in other small ways. Collectively, we can't protect her, especially from herself...
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rsanter
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stealing is stealing whether its from the living or the dead
the difference is that the dead are less likely to shoot at you
bob
the difference is that the dead are less likely to shoot at you
bob
arkangel06
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She should get the cops involved!
dustin19
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that happened to my grandpas stuff when he died and all my dad had left to remember him was a diel caliber which i currently have........ i think id end up on deathrow for what id do to a guy who tried to get away with taking my dads tools 
it wouldnt be pleasent even in the pics lol
it wouldnt be pleasent even in the pics loldustin19
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arkangel06
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that happened to my grandpas stuff when he died and all my dad had left to remember him was a diel caliber which i currently have........ i think id end up on deathrow for what id do to a guy who tried to get away with taking my dads tools
NO ONE f*cks with the tools my father gave me
If they want to keep their hands and eyes......
Toolhorder
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dam u get out of my head
LOL, I was only thinking about helping her "move on"
Dude don't think some guy won't be creeping on your wife when you pass on and try to play with your toys.
I like my dogs more than 99% of the people I know!
99% of the people you know? So only 1% of the people you know you like?
Geez... where'd you find so many nice people?! I think I'm somewhere around .004%!
-Brad
Vinko
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I doubt it. This is what people say to make themselves feel better. But there's rarely justice in the world. People steal, and that's that. They seldom get what's coming to them.
fordcragar
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Call the cops!
Stinger
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I'd go back and try to explain the situation to the wife. I'm sure she doesn't truly understand that she's been robbed and that she has proof (in the receipts) that it happened!
fordcragar
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She might even talk to her insurance company. They might have been insured. But if she were to call the cops, maybe the guys that stole them would have to prove that they bought the tools that they have.
dustin19
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fiance* and i doubt anyone would be as inclined "looks over shoulder" to put up with her mood swings
ihredo4
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People like this character that stole those tools need to be castrated. Then they cant breed and bring in more crooks.
heelsroll
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I once sold all my things at auction -- fresh start, etc.
During the 'loadout' phase of the auction, the auctioneer was not present when he was supposed to be, and when I next returned to the house...
I flipped a light switch. No lights. Dang, I thought, must be a breaker. Nope, all good.
Then I looked up. SOMEONE HAD STOLEN ALL THE LIGHT BULBS.
Really?
I need to get a dog.
J
During the 'loadout' phase of the auction, the auctioneer was not present when he was supposed to be, and when I next returned to the house...
I flipped a light switch. No lights. Dang, I thought, must be a breaker. Nope, all good.
Then I looked up. SOMEONE HAD STOLEN ALL THE LIGHT BULBS.
Really?
I need to get a dog.
J
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dustin19
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lol now that is sorta comicalI once sold all my things at auction -- fresh start, etc.
During the 'loadout' phase of the auction, the auctioneer was not present when he was supposed to be, and when I next returned to the house...
I flipped a light switch. No lights. Dang, I thought, must be a breaker. Nope, all good.
Then I looked up. SOMEONE HAD STOLEN ALL THE LIGHT BULBS.
Really?
I need to get a dog.
J
heelsroll
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Not to threadjack, but, yes, in the long run, I can laugh.
About the only thing left in one room was a stack of lps, and they had moved them into the middle of the floor and used them as a ladder to reach the ceiling fixture.
About the only thing left in one room was a stack of lps, and they had moved them into the middle of the floor and used them as a ladder to reach the ceiling fixture.
SharkD
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My maternal grandfather was a fireman on the Pennsylvania Railroad from the late '30's until the early '50s, when he lost an eye due to a drunk driver. After retiring from the railroad (with one eye, he could no longer work in the engines and didn't want to be relegated to working in the railyard), he purchased a Marathon station franchise in Columbus, Ohio, which he ran until the late 1960s. Tired of running his own business, he took a position as a master mechanic at Graham Ford, where he remained until retirement.
He died twenty years ago, this August. Two days after his obituary ran, a couple of lowlifes broke into his garage and stole all of his tools, including a loaded Snap-On roller chest. The neighbors watched as the scumbags stole a lifetime's worth of tools -- worth more than $10,000, and priceless to me -- and did nothing. My grandmother filed a police report, but the Columbus PD couldn't be bothered with such trivialities, as actually making an effort to investigate.
Even more depressing, thanks to grief, a passive aggressive streak a mile-wide and an undiagnosed brain tumor that affected her judgement in her later years, my grandmother gave away the remainder of his equipment (mostly woodworking tools that were stored in his basement workshop) to the meth-head who mowed her lawn.
Aside from a couple of harmonicas, I have nothing left from the man who was a better father to me than my own father, and namesake to my son.
He died twenty years ago, this August. Two days after his obituary ran, a couple of lowlifes broke into his garage and stole all of his tools, including a loaded Snap-On roller chest. The neighbors watched as the scumbags stole a lifetime's worth of tools -- worth more than $10,000, and priceless to me -- and did nothing. My grandmother filed a police report, but the Columbus PD couldn't be bothered with such trivialities, as actually making an effort to investigate.
Even more depressing, thanks to grief, a passive aggressive streak a mile-wide and an undiagnosed brain tumor that affected her judgement in her later years, my grandmother gave away the remainder of his equipment (mostly woodworking tools that were stored in his basement workshop) to the meth-head who mowed her lawn.
Aside from a couple of harmonicas, I have nothing left from the man who was a better father to me than my own father, and namesake to my son.