Oh no, you're going to make me cry. My grandfather, also an artist, passed away last March, and I haven't been able to visit his house yet, due to the virus. I don't think I'll find a curious chest when I finally have a chance to visit (his wife still lives there so I won't really be poking around or dealing with clearing things out) but this theme still seems to correlate to some emotional work I've been doing independently.
The actual listening experience is wonderful. I loved His House and Farewaltz.