I'm pretty sure we were the last people to walk the halls of this 12 floor apartment building. Built around 1925 (we found news paper clippings behind a broken bathroom mirror), the apartments had some minor wood work (all painted over), glass cabinets in the kitchen and a large variety of simple light fixtures. The pent house on the roof had a single apartment (with marble tiles in the bathroom) and a large room that was filled with debris, some graffiti said "I met the girl of my dreams here" and "N.I.P. RIP 1933-2000".
We entered through a demolished wall, but found easier access through the Main St. door, one of our crew had sandles (it was a surprise entry) and wasn't able to deal with the rubble. Pretty unremarkable inside, but a lovely view of the city.
We entered Monday night, one wing had already been demolished and I doubt there is much left by the time you read this. It was pretty amazing to be the last life in a vanishing building.