Sorry to hear about this dreadful experience.

Situations like this are why I'm never moving again- not even the FINAL move. When my time comes, they can just prop me in my Chieftain Chair with a bottle or three of my favorite Scotches, a few cigars, and wall me up in the 'secret' room in the basement (result of an addition on the house). Sort of a quasi-ancient Egyptian burial mixed with a bit of Poe's Cask of Amontillado.