I have a friend with more vinyl records than a decent sized college radio station from back in the day. He loves getting records and even had his
own label for a while. I suppose it's still a label as long as he has a website up and bins of unsold inventory in his basement.
You walk into this family's house, and into the living room, and all you see are records. They line the walls on shelves from floor to ceiling. About a year ago, he and some other of his vinyl buddies found out about another vinyl guy who was moving, or died, or something, and all his records were being thrown into a dumpster in his driveway. They spent the better part of a day in that dumpster going through all the records. My friend left that day with his trunk, and back seat, and passenger seat, full of records. Thousands of them. He said it was really difficult for him because he left so many behind in the dumpster. He was only picking the most unique stuff that he didn't already have.
The guy works at the Library of Congress, so maybe that explains in part his desire to have the most complete collection he can.
Every time I go over, he's got a different random record playing. And his kids are getting into it too. Last one I remember was Tiny Tim tiptoeing through the tulips.