A movie called "What's Eating Gilbert Grape" in which a dysfunctional family with a vastly obese mother faced life and (mostly) got their shit together.

The aforementioned vastly fat mother croaked (in her sleep) which let the family actually move on from being stuck as caregivers to a Ham Planet.

Because the surviving family couldn't possibly move her dead, corpulent bulk, they burned down the family home so that there would be no spectacle with a crane and a team of workmen; thus preserving her dignity and granting the kids closure by severing their ties to the tiny, confining town of judgmental bitches.

Which is just stupid. An hour with a hacksaw and some hefty bags would have gotten the job done and then they could have sold the house.