Bottom line here is determined by simple expediency. We bought this house to live in, (as a homestead.) It’s value as an investment property is strictly tertiary to current need and function. I’m plain done with moving by or for any reason, rhyme or rumour other than an unexpected and quite drastic need, and probably not even then. Unless something super serious changes, we figure to be and stay right here until one or both of us indulges the other half of that round-trip ticket, and assumes room temperature. Then we simply move another mile and a half down the road. Otherwise, selling is not likely to be part of any sane equation.
Thus, until I am full-time worm food, I will continue to go out on dark nights and mark the property corners at least thrice a year for as long as I’m able.
Then … Our Executor(s) have written instructions for preferred dispersal of goods and property. (And in case anyone has any fancy-pants ideas … they’re also hams and bloody well know the value of what they’re looking at.) ;-P