When I worked in Beverly Hills there was, a long gone, art gallery I would stop in to browse. One day I mentioned to the owner how much I loved going in there and how his art work reminded me of my grandfather's house. My grandfather was an art dealer & had paintings everywhere. Since his collection was constantly changing I never went to his house without looking to see what he had.
The owner of the gallery looked at me and sighed. He said he wished his children appreciated the artwork as I did since he knew they would sell everything once he was gone, unless he sold it first.