Back in the early 70’s when my grandmother passed after a long illness my grandfather was buried in medical bills.  So he apparently made a deal with the State to pay the bills and in return they’d get his house once he could no longer live there.  I think he got the better end of that deal, for he did no maintenance on it, including raising the one corner that always sank into the spring.  So by the time we moved him out you could place a marble in one corner of a room and it would roll easily to the other.  The place was a dump.  The State probably had to pay someone just to take it off their hands.  Unfortunately, it had once been a gorgeous Victorian, complete with all the wood work; he turned it into a flop house.