A kinder furniture-gifting story here. When DS1 and his GF found an apartment, my mother offered them a couch. Great shape, plus it was a sleeper, they were happy to accept. Right before move-in, she became very ill and was hospitalized in a coma. We put a lot of plans on hold, changed others, and DS1 stayed in the area while she was in danger. We did start taking some things down to the apartment, but nothing from her house. After my mother regained consciousness, we were all in her hospital room, she beams up at DS1 and asks, "How do you like the couch?" His sheepish grin and "Weeelllll," led to us having to explain that it would have been very poor form to be seen hauling things out of her house in a moving van just after the ambulance had taken her away.