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.
