So sorry you are going though this Chris. Prayers out to you and your family.
To be honest, it was expected sooner or later. He had been on a downward spiral since the Dad passed away - something about thinking he was going to get the bulk of the dad's estate. We are going to do a last check on the house and hand the keys to the banker at one. Paula and Thierry had to fly back to Miami this morning, but we are going to spend a day or two here to finish up his estate. So far, we have found two dozen various unopened packages that warranted the Chico PD's interest. The first five we found contained oxycontin and one contained heroin which leads me to believe the brother had some serious drug issues. Might explain the serious weight loss, at the time of death, he weighed a little over 200 lbs. Two years ago, he was tipping the scale at over 400 lbs.
The computers are a bigger issue. Like I said before my brother was into some sick shit. Paula made the mistake of turning one on and seeing as how my brother left all passwords on his desk - I tend to think his mind was going at the end - she opened up the browser and found herself on a site that seemed to be a snuff film (I hope, I would hate for it to be live). She yanked the plug out immediately and had to go outside to compose herself. At that time, I suggested we unplug everything and let the Chico PD go through them with folks who have stronger constitutions. Otherwise, the house is not as bad as first speculated. Once we opened up the drapes and removed all of the empty pizza boxes and take out containers, it was in decent shape. The bank should be able to sell it pretty quickly.
While I am at it, does anyone know what Bitcoins are? I have heard of them, but my knowledge is from wikipedia, so I am kind of clueless on the exchange rate, but had one account with close to 6,000 of them and another with 5,800. The boy thinks that is a pretty huge amount of them. All I get is that is how things are bought and paid for on the sites he frequented. Fully expecting his ex to show up sometime today looking for her cut. Hate to tell her that the bank owns the house and aside from the computers, a bed, one television, an office chair and his car there isn't much. A few of his so-called friends have been by looking for things they have left there, sent them on their way. If they want it, check the dumpster out front, it is nearly full of the aforementioned boxes, filthy clothes and whatnot that littered the place.
Might get to watch the game today, looks like most of what is left to be done can be handled by the bank. Given that the place was in foreclosure, one could think he OD'd on purpose. Just have to find a way for the girls to be amused, Chico is not exciting enough for their tastes - something about a road trip to San Francisco has been mentioned. Ungodly hot out here though.