People who let rare cars rot.

Back in the 80's, that was not long past the Viet Nam war, I occasionally found some parents that lost their son over there, and there sat a new or like new Mopar, seems like usually a Roadrunner. I am 71, I was from that era. Those parents were the age of my parents. I could always see the connection between them and their son's car. I could see the tears run down their face,.. or maybe their eyes light up when they talked of their deceased son.
I knew those that served over there and bought that new car, maybe before or maybe after. I knew those that died over there, those that returned and a year or so later, and took their life. I knew parents that lost their son over there.
I never asked those parents to sell me that car, I could tell it just was not the time for them to consider letting it go, if ever.