I've told this gem before, but it's worth repeating. 
Several years ago, I was visiting MIL's home and I got sick. Nausea, migraine headache. I was in DH's old bedroom, laying on the bed, trying my best not to barf and as miserable as could be. I hear MIL offer up a (Phenergan?) suppository to help with my nausea. Immediately my alarm bells went off, knowing her history of hoarding. Thankfully, so did DH's and all his siblings' because this is what I heard from their end of the house:
Sane ones: How old are those things?
MIL: They're still good. They've been in the fridge the whole time.
Sane ones: That doesn't answer the question. Let me see the bottle.
MIL: They're fine.
Sane ones: I said let me see the bottle. My God! How old ARE these things?!? Are you trying to kill her?
Me: DH, Can you come here?
Uhhhh....Just how old are those suppositories?
DH: They were from 19XX. (This was just before I was born.)
Me: There's no way in hell I am putting anything up my butt that is older than I am, I don't care how sick I am. She IS trying to kill me.
DH: Don't worry. My brother threw them away.
Me: Yeah...But you know she'll just dig them out of the trash and put them right back in that fridge.
At this point, I was probably 30 years old and so were those suppositories.

Several years ago, I was visiting MIL's home and I got sick. Nausea, migraine headache. I was in DH's old bedroom, laying on the bed, trying my best not to barf and as miserable as could be. I hear MIL offer up a (Phenergan?) suppository to help with my nausea. Immediately my alarm bells went off, knowing her history of hoarding. Thankfully, so did DH's and all his siblings' because this is what I heard from their end of the house:
Sane ones: How old are those things?
MIL: They're still good. They've been in the fridge the whole time.
Sane ones: That doesn't answer the question. Let me see the bottle.
MIL: They're fine.
Sane ones: I said let me see the bottle. My God! How old ARE these things?!? Are you trying to kill her?
Me: DH, Can you come here?

Uhhhh....Just how old are those suppositories?
DH: They were from 19XX. (This was just before I was born.)

Me: There's no way in hell I am putting anything up my butt that is older than I am, I don't care how sick I am. She IS trying to kill me.
DH: Don't worry. My brother threw them away.
Me: Yeah...But you know she'll just dig them out of the trash and put them right back in that fridge.

At this point, I was probably 30 years old and so were those suppositories.



Don't care. We've already told her that when she goes we're going to have the Salvation Army back a truck up to the house and unload it all.
So many of your posts describe my Mom. She was always messy when I was a kid and had piles of papers but after she got divorced it got progressively worse. She lives in Hawaii and I live in Wisconsin now and I hadn't been in her apartment in years. I visited for about 15 minutes on our last visit to Hawaii and I was just so shocked that I had to take pictures of the place! I'll have to put the pictures up so you all can commiserate with me. I felt so bad for my kids - she had taken them to her apartment trying to get them to nap the day before. She told me she was cleaning up so they could come over! It didn't look like she had cleaned at all! It was awful. During the day I was there, my 3 year old told me that it smelled bad and he wanted to leave.
She hasn't had a working refrigerator in 2-3 years because the hinges broke and she doesn't want anybody in her apartment so she hasn't reported it to the landlord. I can't believe nobody has busted down the door from the weird smell. I don't think she ever opens the windows so it's musty and I dunno what else is making it smell weird in there. The ironic thing is, when she comes to my house to visit during the cold months, she complains that the air is stale and wants me to open up the windows to air out the house!
Thank goodness I live far away so I can pretend her hoarding doesn't exist!