Dead man's clothes walking....

    My mother in law doesn't like for ANYTHING to go to waste. My husband came home last night from a visit to her house to watch the Oklahoma/Texas game with his Dad, and in his arms were two pairs of jeans and a really ugly Hawaiian shirt. It seems like every time we go to her house, we come back with something that we neither needed or wanted.  She doesn't want to be a pack rat...She just wants to make me one!  I didn't really want to tell Troy that it was a hideous shirt, but he could tell from the look on my face.   I knew he hadn't been shopping so I asked where he got the new duds...
    He said, "Well, Mom's neighbor's husband died and she was giving away his clothes and Mom thought I might need these." 
    "Really?", I said..."Uh, that's a little creepy, don't you think?" 
    He said, "Well, no.  That guy isn't gonna need them anymore."
    Now, I know that we can't take it with us, but at least let me have the chance to just go to the Good Will store and buy anonymous origin clothes instead of knowing that just last week, a living body was walking around in these. However, now, I'm a little creeped out because there are two pairs of jeans still on the kitchen table and a dead man's Hawaiian shirt in the bedroom floor...cause Troy doesn't pick up after himself and that dead guy sure ain't gonna come do it.
    What have I learned from this other than to keep my mother in law away from funerals?  On a personal level, I have learned that I get creeped out by clothes on my kitchen table that - up until recently- belonged to a now deceased person and we (being Troy) should learn that tiny little cute, but oh so effective, two letter word called "No".