The albums were probably not the only things damaged, and when you lose so much with one fell swoop, you don’t think all that clearly. When we had a flood, my husband was so devastated with the loss that, in his grief, he forgot that the vinyl would still be good. It was such an emotional thing. We threw all of that, plus our other ruined things, in the nearest trash receptacle. When we started rebuilding his collection, we realized how foolish we had been, but at the time, it seemed like the right decision.
I accept your explanation. Honestly! That’s the way things go. “Everythings’s cool. Everythings’s cool all the way around.” - Woodstock stage announcement