When my grandmother (born in the 1920's & had bars in the family) passed away in 2003, me and my family all helped out with cleaning out the house and securing the estates, etc...well she wasn't a drinker and neither was my granddad but they kept a sizable closet of booze " for guests " and I never even believed that until we cleaned it out. Many, many unopened bottles of antique hooch but of course some opened ones as well.
My mother forbade me or anyone else from trying to take any, and we had a huge argument. The result? It all got a first-class trip to the town's wastewater treatment facility:thumbsdn: Freakin' shame. I still think about that all these years later. I did get her to admit now that it was an assanine thing to do.