“People Who Had To Clean Out Rooms Of Someone Who Had Died, Did You Find Anything You Shouldn’t Have?” (30 Answers)

My grandma passed when I was 16 after getting cancer for the third time. My grandad moved into a smaller apartment and my cousins and I helped to clean out their house. (A side note... There are 9 of us, aged at the time from 12 - 26).

In the house, we found more than 20 wrapped presents and envelopes of money, addressed to all of us. They were for the big occasions that she knew she wouldn't live to see us have. Before she had passed away she had organized 21st birthday presents for those of us who weren't yet 21, engagement presents, and wedding presents, each with a card written by hand. I remember being so overwhelmed with emotion. She was an incredible woman who loved her family dearly and wanted to celebrate her grandchildren, even if she couldn't be there herself.

This one is actually kind of heartwarming...

My dad was a pretty reserved guy. While I knew in my heart he would lay down and pass away for me without a moment's hesitation, he never said "I love you" or "I'm proud of you" or anything like that. It's just who he was.

After he passed away of cancer, we went to his office to clear it out. I'd never really been in his actual office since, on the rare occasions I'd see him at work, he'd usually meet me at reception.

Well, when we went in there, it was practically a shrine to me and my sister. Every certificate, photo, newspaper clipping, program, etc. was hung up on the walls of his office. A number of people came by to pay their respects as we were clearing things out and, again and again, I heard "he was so proud of you." "I've heard so many things about you, it's nice to meet you in person." "You were so special to your father. He spoke the world of you."

Honestly, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Definitely one of the more bittersweet moments in my life...

RIP, Dad. Miss you...

My grandmother passed after a blood clot incident. She had several conditions that no doubt led up to this. For example, her medical team decided not to treat her breast cancer because they figured she would pass away before it would spread.

My father, uncle, and my sisters were left to clean out her things from her apartment. She had a lot of old, expired food. Like ketchup that had gone completely black. We found things from when she was well and social, like her quilting and handmade soaps, which were beautiful. She has a quilt that had the names of all of our family, but the names were sewn in the individuals handwriting style.

However, one day it was just my dad and me going through her bedside table. We found her journal. Toward the end, all of the entries were about how lonely she was, how she only got to see her grand children twice a year, and how her own children never saw her unless they needed something. She said she wanted to die. My dad threw it away so his brother would never have to see it.

So, um, yeah. Go hug a grandparent.

My boyfriend passed in a car accident while I was pregnant with our first child. When I was cleaning out our room to move, after the accident, I found a shoe box full of things for our son. Some of the items included were a note to our son about the future, what dreams and hopes he had had, some Pokémon cards, tips on fishing, and a letter to give to me upon his death. Almost four years later and I haven't been able to open it.

My husband passed in 2009 of a heart attack.

He was a widower when I married him. I found a letter written by his first wife, before she passed away of cancer, telling him how upset she was with him and how he wasn't being supportive and how if she wasn't so sick that she would consider a divorce.

Their son (who became my son) was 3 when his mom passed and 12 when his dad passed. I destroyed that letter. I honestly think he never, ever needed to see that letter. I'd much rather he's left with the illusion that his parents had a perfect, if tragic, marriage.

Recently my boyfriends uncle passed away. He left his house to him in his will. We've been slowly going through the rooms, but on day one of the clean, we started in his closet.

We live in a very republican conservative part of Texas. Mind you, the man was never married, but was loved by all as he housed his niece who suffered from addiction.

When we went through his closet we found numerous sparkling thongs, and various phallic devices. We thought it was strange but when we moved to the bedroom we discovered photos of him and his "best friend"

Through his death we discovered that uncle was a gay man. Something he never came out with while he was alive . It makes us sad to think he had to hide who he was for his whole life as our families are pretty open and non Judgmental.

My grandma's house had money EVERYWHERE. Every purse had at least $100 cash. Suitcases had a few hundred more. Every coffee can or other container in her kitchen had rolls of money. There were even bags of frozen veggies in the freezer that had been split open and money hidden inside. And her bank accounts...thousands upon thousands of dollars. No one had any idea, she lived so simply and never spent a dime on anything unnecessary. I'm sure her financial​ paranoia was due to growing up in the Great Depression.

It made for the best scavenger hunt ever, though.

I personally packed up my little brother's room after he passed. He was only 8 years old when he passed, so I didn't find anything risqué. I did find a lot of rocks in his toy box though. Another 3 years later, I was helping clean out my grandmas house and found letters he had written her.

In 2005, my sister passed in a jet skiing accident out on the lake. She was 11, I was 9, and after the funeral my parents decided it was time to go through her stuff to pack up and donate. I'm really nosy, and I really needed something to do, so I was allowed to help them. I served mostly as a runner boy for the items as they went through it, just sorting it in the living room while they went through everything in her room. Now, understand that the last thing she said to me was "I hate you". We had gotten in a fight just before she got on the jet ski with my aunt, and that's the last time we spoke. Anyways, going through her stuff I found a picture she had drawn of me her and one of my other sisters, and a little note admit how much she loved her brothers and sisters (an art project for school of some sort if I'm not mistaken). This really helped put my mind at ease about the whole thing. I know she really loved me and that if she had known those would be the last words she said to me she would not have said it, but being 9 years old, watching her be in the hospital for three days, then waiting 4 more days for the funeral and what not to get to that picture. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with, but that picture helped.

I never leave someone now when bad words have been exchanged. Not knowing if that's the last thing they hear me say, I cannot in good conscious leave on a bad note.

When my dad passed of lung cancer we found this really cool puzzle box. He had JUST passed and my closest relatives and I were gathered around as I solved the puzzle box to open it. We get it open and we found none other than a ton of pot. Was hilarious and awkward at the same time. But even better than that I found my two siblings he hid from the family for years. We're actually all currently sitting on the couch together. So, thanks you old hippie. RIP.

This isn't me personally finding the items but my grandfathers brother (let's called him Frank), passed away suddenly from a brain aneurism. My family had to clean out his room, and discovered almost his entire life he had been dressing as a woman and living as one without his family knowing. There were photos of him in women's underwear, and an entire cupboard of dresses, make-up, you name it. No one had any idea until after his death. Go Frank!
Frank was also a huge, muscly rugby player. A real mans man in his everyday life. I think that's what made it so blindsiding for my family - but I think that just makes it even greater!

After my grandmother passed away, i was helping clear her flat. She was apparently 87 when she passed away, but we also had suspicions that she was older. She had grown up in Nazi Germany, and crossed the Berlin wall as a Russian spy and then gave herself in. We had a lot of questions that she never answered.

Then i found a cupboard full of notebooks. They were detailed diaries, and gave a lot of answers. My mum was heartbroken though when she found the date of her birth... it only said "It was born today." and then a week later said "It has been named by my mother in law."

Her diaries were written in German and English, depending on where she was living at the time. She was in Glasgow at the time of my mums birth, and for the first two births as well. I am fluent in German, and yes you have das, which can be translated as it by some people. Sadly there is no wiggle room and she just distanced herself from my mum's birth

My husband and I cleaned out my grandma's house after she passed, she was a big time hoarder but luckily of the "pack rat" variety so everything was neatly packed away in thousands of boxes and drawers. It took us nearly 3 weeks to get everything out of the house and we found so many things that I had never knew my grandma had done.

She built a boat with her first fiancé prior to marrying my grandpa, she travelled the world making friends with some of the most interesting people like a legit member of African royalty whom she had a long lived penpal friendship.

Among the cool memories we found beautiful jewelry, dresses that she had kept for us as gifts that we never received. I also found out that my dad had been a baby model for sears through the newspaper clippings she kept.

It was an emotional, wild ride for those 3 weeks. Her sons sold most of the non-keepsake items in a garage sale and made nearly $4,000, all things priced under $5 so you can imagine how much stuff she had accumulated through out the years.

She was the coolest, spunkiest grandma and I miss her everyday but I am glad I got to learn so much more about her through her collections (or junk as my dad would call it).

My wife and I moved into our granny's (wife's grandmother) house after she passed with a pretty aggressive cancer. While cleaning things out, moving our stuff in, we found a bunch of letters and cards the kids all made for her, she kept every single one next to her chair, and would often read them.

Most recently we found a cassette from an old answering machine that she kept full of messages from her husband, who had passed over 15 years before, saying how much he loved her and couldn't wait to see her. Sadly I'd never met the guy, but figured we'd have gotten along well.

My great aunt passed at 100 years old, and I got her fairly new Samsung TV. The TV turned out to be 3D, but she only had one eye.

I couldn't shake the thought that some salesman sold an old lady with one eye a 3D TV.

Yes, actually. My mother and I found out my maternal grandmother was a spy during world war 2. We found her papers and gun in her dresser in a retirement home. Oh boy was that a crazy time.

I didnt mention my grandpa was in the NSA. He was just an IT guy, so he wasnt an agent or anything. But that should still earn some cool points haha.

We found details of my Nan's secret credit card. She had a gambling problem and didn't tell my Pop about the card...she had been paying a little off every week for years.

My Pop didn't have much money and he was really worried about how he was going to pay the bill. It turns out that he didn't have to pay the bill because she was deceased and it wasn't his debt.

He's an old, grumpy man from country Australia and was super proud of her for "sticking it to the bank".

After my grandfather passed, I found out that he worked for the army in Fort Monmouth. Whenever anyone asked what he did for a living he said he “makes coffee”. Turns out his actual job description was classified and nobody knew what it was. Not even my grandma.

I look just like him

When my great grandma passed away we were cleaning out her house and we found all these liquor bottles that were full of water from 40 years ago when my dad and my uncles had drank all her booze and replaced it with water lol.

After my grandmother passed away I helped my grandfather clean out some of her stuff and found a poem she wrote to the infant child that she lost some 50 years ago. I don't think my grandfather knew about the poem or he forgot about it.