Invariably, if not when done, certainly at the end of the people's life. I knew one who blew all his pension, his wife's savings (she worked at Walmart for decades and had a tidy sum) and then tried to make ends meet by running 10 flea market booths, loaded with overpriced knickknack shelves and beanie babies. By the time he paid the gas bill servicing them from SW Missouri to Tulsa to Alma, AR, in a 10-cylinder Ford truck, he was barely breaking even. By the time he and his wife died the house was in shambles and his daughter the estate trustee, let the bank come get it. It wasn't worth fixing up. And they didn't have enough money to even bury them. She and her sister paid for the funerals out of their own pockets.