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When a neighbour from our childhood passed away, one of my sisters bought her house. We were emptying the garage wqhen Mum and I turned around to find Sis with a fancy tin in her hand and gritty grey powder running through the fingers of the other hand, whats this? Sis asked, thats Sid, Mum replied, Sid was neighbours brother, who lived with her as we grew up. The look of horror on Sis's face was a picture. I never did ask what happened to him, I presume he went in the skip, quite sad really.