I wondered who was hogging all of the sex dolls.
15 or so years ago I worked on a renovation project for a housing authority. One of the apartments that I had to survey was of a hoarder woman who had died within. No joke...when you entered the front door you would travel through a maze of stacked newspapers (stacked as high as this woman could reach up to stack...just short of 6 feet or so). Around various corners of the maze would be nodes where a table may be buried, or a tight space for a chair, or an arm of a couch would be sticking out. This went all through the living room, and eventually the rest of the 2 bedroom apartment, with the maze stopping at narrow hallways, then continuing into the bedrooms, and even the kitchen. Sh.it was insane.
...Oh, and there were dead cats, feces, food, and of course the place smelled like death.