I bought a car from a dead person. I knew him only slightly when he was alive. He was younger than me. Life isn’t fair. Death is the same for everyone. The car was in good condition. The owner didn’t crash it. He died some other way. I took the car to a mechanic to have its fluids replaced and its belts and hoses checked. The dead man didn’t keep maintenance records or if he did no one could find them. The car was registered in another state. It may run better now than it ever did.