My great-grandfather had it built against my great-grandmother's wishes.
She wanted to spend the money adding onto their house.
He built the elevator anyway, and hired a day laborer to come work on it.
The laborer fell off it while they were building and died.
They never knew who he was when they buried him, or how to find his family.
My great-grandfather didn't live that down until he bought my great-grandmother a house in town.