The old man in the penthouse condo had himself a harem of young mistresses, and when he died, they fought with each other over whom he loved the most.
Out of respect, the building manager let them be, and didn’t ask about the maintenance fees or bills.
So, they wept. And fought. And annoyed the neighbors.
One of the mistresses asked him for help to get her luggage to a taxi.
“Oh, by the way,” she said. “He really didn’t care what happened to the place after he died.”
The next day, he threw the rest out into the street.