Court dates are the latest family activity for these 50-something-year-old siblings. That North Carolina mansion doesn’t need a new roof so much as a therapist and an Airbnb listing. The brother three hours out digs up vacation days, plumbs his way through drama, and finds himself starring in a home maintenance saga that would get canceled after one season. The sibling in California clings to nostalgia like it’s a shopper loyalty program, firing off sentimental monologues and keeping his packed boxes as evidence that college is forever. Sentimental value transforms home ownership into the emotional equivalent of holding a parade for unresolved childhood chores. 

Every mention of «let’s wait» doubles the property tax and births another plumbing disaster. Nothing says family like marathon phone calls about who should pay for the leaking water heater no one uses. Inheritance isn’t a love letter, just an elaborate method for generating paperwork and regretting missed opportunities. The legal paperwork pile grows faster than family therapy bills.