MIL was a compulsive buyer/hoarder. And she loved Blue Bell. Years ago, a hurricane hit where she and FIL lived. A bad one. As it was coming in, she called DH and started moaning about how she was going to lose all her Blue Bell because the power was out. (She had it stashed in the house and in the garage freezer.) The conversation went something like this:
DH: You mean you still have it? Why haven't you gotten rid of it already?................Well, how many do you have?................
TWENTY-FOUR HALF GALLONS?!?!?!?!?!? ..............Why do you have 24 half gallons of Blue Bell?.........Well, you need to throw it out NOW. ................I don't know, put it in garbage bags out by the street and hope the wind blows it away........Do you have ANY idea what it's going to smell like when that stuff melts? You'll never get the stink out of the house. ...........Just eat what you can and throw the rest away. You can't save it...........No, You can buy MORE Blue Bell after the hurricane. ...........Are you going to throw it away? Really? Do you mean it?.........Okay. Go do it NOW.
She mourned the loss of those 24 half gallons for years.