The ad stated they were parting out an "'87 Voolvo 760 wagon, and 5 older Volvos" call or text. My first few attempts to text were unsuccessful, as it turns out, you can't text a land line. 
I call, rings forever, automated answering machine robot voice eventually answers, as I'm leaving the message, the seller picks up.
I introduce myself again, this time to him, instead of the robot, and ask about the Volvos, turns out the only RWD Volvo he's got is the 760, the rest are FWD P80 cars, 850s and S70s.
I explain that I'm looking for some 15-16" wheels to replace my 14" wheels on the 242, an intercooler and some turbo plumbing.
Seller is chatty and personable, says he's retired, likes Volvos, and to tinker on them, thinks the wheels are 15" but doesn't know for sure, says he'll get back to me. It's night time, dark out, I tell him no rush, sometime the next day just call and let me know. He tells me he sold the intercooler already. Bummer.
We exchange pleasantries and our conversation ends.
About 10 minutes later my phone rings, and it's the "Voolvo" guy, "yep, they're 15" wheels," and he goes on to describe them in enough detail, and I'm enough of a Volvo nerd to know they're Omegas. I ask his price, and he said he'd take $100 for all of them. I accept, and arrange a general time to pick them up.
I then text my folks and ask to borrow my their truck, dad says, "sure," decides he might want to go to, (a fairly blatant maneuver on his part to avoid going to a wedding shower that same day) and then asks, "do we, need a trailer?" 
No, why would we need a trailer, we're just getting wheels? Then the gears start to turn...
I call the "Voolvo" guy back, apologize for bugging him so much, and get some more info about the 760 parts car. It ran but not well, when he bought it about 5 years ago, drove it to his house, parked it where it sits now, and he's pulled "some" parts off of it. Then I made the mistake of asking, "do you have a title for it?" to which he responds, "I sure do." It seems I can't help myself, because I then asked, "what would you want for the whole car?" He thought about it for about 3 or 4 seconds, and said "I tell ya what, I'll take $300 for the whole car."
Then this happened:
The car is a basket case, all accessories had been removed from the engine, plus the radiator, condenser, oil cooler, etc. All of which were placed in a neat arc on the ground within a 6' radius of the front of the car, as if some ritual Volvo sacrifice were taking place.
The seller kept going to the trunk and/or back seat of various other near-by Volvos, bringing back pieces of the 760 he'd stored there. "I kept all of the fasteners, bolts, hose clamps, what not, I think they're in this trunk, oh yeah, here's the ignition coil too." "You probably want the grille, it's over here." It went on like that for a while.
We stuffed all the loose parts in the cabin of the car.
Even more peculiar, the turbo is missing, and it has an N/A exhaust manifold, and down pipe, yet it's obviously badged as a turbo intercooled car, and has the remnants of turbo plumbing. It was getting dark, but peering under the exhaust manifold, it appears that the turbo drain in the block has been plugged. I suspect someone had a bad turbo, went to the junk yard, and got the cheapest option they could find to get the car going again, which was sticking a N/A exhaust manifold on it.
Oh, and that intercooler, that was already sold, the seller said he knew the guy he sold it to, figured he hadn't used it yet, so he stopped by to check. Sure enough, the guy he sold it to still had it, so he got it back from him, so it could stay with the 760. 
So now I have a Volvo wagon shaped, semi-rollable, somewhat self-contained, parts pile with a title...
