What is more delightfully awkward?

The moment when the addict walks in for an intervention or the moment the kids walk into their hoarder parent’s vile hovel?  I would go with hoarders, unless the addict throws a fit and begins cursing at Grandma.  I’m watching a 65 year old woman crawling over a mound to get into her kitchen.  That’s the good house.  She owns two.  How in the hell does a retired three times divorced whack job afford two houses?  I’m literally a bad two months away from losing my place and taking Ted Williams’ place as the deep voiced hobo in Columbus.