We had a cemetary at WT Farms for the faithful. It was patheticaly unkempt. Weeds and bushes had overtaken it.
In a storage shed, my room mate found a stone marker of a mutual friend who died months earlier. The family of the deceased had paid for it, had it delivered, but no one was ever assigned to install it. My roomate complained to Lon Schilling who told him if he wanted, he could fix it up, but 'on his time'. So, my buddy organized a group and on a weekend they cleaned up the cemetary and installed the 'lost' gravestone marker.
All of these volunteers were very disturbed that it was so neglected and that nobody cared. In the same shed, they dug up two more markers, that were much older, that no one knew anything about.
At the time, I didn't think this, but I do now. Its exactly as Lady Lee said, once you are not producing, you no longer matter.