I have been diligently handling my grandparents estate since August after my grandfather's death. The beneficiaries are my father and has six siblings. So far, I have managed to wade through with no major family blow-outs, and with seven beneficiaries, all related, and all related to me, this has been a minor miracle.
So, my grandparents had a family farm - 160+ acres in East Nowhereville Maine. House belonged to my great grandparents. Middle of nowhere - gorgeous land - haying fields, big red barn - but MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. I listed the place for sale with an agent since none of the beneficiaries are interested in buying the others out. We listed it at a fair price, knowing the value was the land and not the nearly 200 year old farm house that needs some TLC.
It is the middle of winter in Maine. A winter that has produced record amounts of snow. Middle of winter in the middle of NoWhereville in the middle of lots of snow. Yeah, right. We figured the property would sit until spring. But Super Agent had other plans. She has shown the farm more time then I can count, walked the boundary line (in the snow and not plowed) with interested buyers, and returned with buyers and their carpenters. Super Agent defies all housing market gravitational decline.
Then today, new offer. No locals, no aspirational "young couple", no developer (because even if you developed it, no one is there!). New offer from a "farmer" from a small former COMMUNIST RULED STATE - yes, in NOWHEREVIILE, MAINE. New offer in cash. Seriously. Possible movie plot - former communist succeeds as rural farmer in NoWhereville, Maine, but where did the money come from to purchase the farm? (dramatic music cue . . . .)