When my Aunt died, my Dad stayed in her house for a month or so to wrap up loose ends of her estate. He said the "brothers and sisters" were knocking every day, wanting to just come in and pick out something to remember her by. Yeah, and not the cheap stuff, I'll bet. He said he had no idea how much went out the door.
There was a family who lived beyond their means at the Hall, Cadillac, leather coats with fur, nice ring on the brother, etc. The brother used to slide up to my Dad in the parking lot, to borrow money till payday. He didn't want his family to know. Seemed like he started making excuses to not pay back, and Dad got rather bitter about the whole thing, because we cut corners to help this man, and he used the money to buy flashy things. I used to admire the long, beautiful leather coats these girls had, when I was told we couldn't afford one for me. Then I found out where the family got their money, and was I pissed!!
Dad learned his lesson too, about not loaning money to the Brothers. He meant well though, and it's a shame he got burnt.