Stealing from the dead

Already raw and anxious about my dad's upcoming inurnment service, I felt like I'd been punched in the gut to hear my significant other say that he noticed some lobstering equipment missing from behind the old shed at my dad's. Stealing is wrong. Stealing from the dead is wrong. Neither is more wrong than the other.
This theft feels like another loss.It didn't help my already raw emotions and whirling stomach to settle down. Of course the stolen goods have little meaning to me, other than it didn't belong to whoever decided they wanted it.
Despite having the property on a police watch and a light on inside, the place looks abandoned. It's not a pretty property. Its run down (maybe falling down), and it seems like it won't be worth much to invest in for the estate. Regardless, it was my grandparents' before it was my dad's. They worked hard for their little home and in photos and in my memory it was a cozy little house with plenty of treats to eat and cuddles from my grandmother.
Interestingly enough on the front page of a local paper was a report of a gravesite that was dug down to the vault and it was reported that it looked as if someone was trying to tamper with it. The family has no idea who would have done such a thing and said there were no valuables buried with the family member. What a horrible thing to have happen to you.
Most people are respectful. These stories are few and far between but make headlines. Unfortunately there is a lot of petty theft in the area, which is not respectful but selfish and brazen and sad.
I was hoping that people would respect my dad's property. So many people are aware he's died and that no one is living in the home. Why wouldn't they just respect that? They just can't. Thieves are not neighborly or caring about others.
The property will never be recovered, and maybe it was sold or scrapped for cash, I don't know, but I do know that I wish for people to become neighborly again and watch out for each other rather than trying to take what they can get.