My brother was in his late 40s when both my parents died. He basically told me he was mooching off of them for as long as possible. He worked intermittently as a computer programmer until he got caught doing something wrong, and couldn't work for seven years. He tried to move in with me and my family, and I said no. There weren't jobs for him here and he would've been a bum living off his share of the inheritance. So he got an apartment where he was at and went back to college to learn how to create computer games. More power to him. He's not my problem.