I once, alone, inspected a house where, in the attic, were boxes (the clear plastic kind) that were filled with skeletons and bones. Not ashamed to say I wet myself! Couldn’t decide whether to call the police or the FBI. Several people knew about the bones, but didn’t feel the need to warn me.
It turns out the deceased owner was an amateur archeaologist and had the proper permissions to own and display the ancient Mayan skeletal treasures.
Believe it or not, the deal fell through… and I bought the house! Still own it! The rest of the story is even more unbelievable.
BWWAA HA HA HA HA!