Every neighbourhood that had people with “fuck you” money had the occasional house like that.

In mine, one of the first mansions that had been built when the couple was young was still handing out full-sized 300g Lindt bars when I was young and the husband had already died of old age. The wife is now long dead as well, the kids sold the property to a developer soon after, but even 40 years later the long-term residents still remember.