[Not A Speck Of Cereal]

I had something similar happen when my dad died. A long lost half-brother called me up and insisted he meant no wrong trying to get to dad's stuff (of little or no value, like the stereo).

Apparently, it took him all of two days to show up at dad's house (where dad's widow still lived (not my mother, but still)) to paw over things. My sister had berated him about it.

I certainly had other thoughts at the moment.

Some folk simply have no sense of propriety.