He died unexpectedly. I was volunteered to help clean his rented place and dispose of his stuff. It was a job as unwanted and depressing as it sounds.
Until, I opened an unmarked ammo can and found a big surprise. (Well, I was surprised.) He had several dozen of my lost pocket knives, CR123 flashlights, and four examples of my padlocks still in the factory box.
All this stuff was kept in my master bedroom. He had been invited to my house for many family BBQ and Thanksgivings. He would evidently help himself when he hit the bathroom.
I spent some time bending an elbow with his friends and family. They sheepishly admitted their knowledge or lack of surprise but didn't want to get involved. They thought I knew.