someone died across the street

This morning I watched as a masked and gloved demo crew emptied an apartment in the building across the street. Shitty traditional furniture from decades, not centuries, ago; an emptied bookcase; a disgusting-looking twin mattress; a couple of large garbage cans full of stuff small enough to stuff in a garbage can.
All the kind of stuff left behind by someone who died old, and thrown away like the stuff of someone who died alone.
When I finally realized they were done, I thought I ought to take a picture, not enough time to open the screen on the window.
The autofocus on my phonecam caught the grid and created an unexpectedly beautiful pixellated effect, which I thought was nice. Dying alone and having your entire life summarily tossed into a landfill, not so much.