When my in-laws abandoned their house and moved, the wife and I went through the vacant house making sure nothing of hers was left. I found a Yamaha electric guitar. Nobody in her family plays guitar, so I secured it. We asked my in-laws if it was theirs, and they said "no." A year later the house burnt down. Two years after the house burnt down I sold the guitar to my neighbor. Three years after that my father-in-law suddenly remembers he got it in a trade (although he can't recall what he traded for it, or why he traded for a guitar when he doesn't play, or why it was in his daughter's room, or anything about the guitar) and asks if he can have the guitar so he can give it to a nephew. I prefer to think I rescued it...because otherwise it would be a pile of ashes.