February 19, 2005
with the post below
Let me tell you something about Jennifer's family. When Burma died, she had it in her will that her personal belonging be split among her grandchildren. She had on old oak chest of drawers that Jennifer always wanted and Burma told her, "That's yours when I'm gone." We never got it.
As soon as Burma was in the ground, her God-fearing Baptist side of the family pulled up in front of her house with a rental moving van and looted the place like a bunch of vandals. THEY TOOK IT ALL!! I kid you not, they even unscrewed the light bulbs out of every fixture in the house and stole them, too.
I loved Burma, but I didn't want a goddam thing she had. That was HER property, not mine. I know she promised Jennifer that chest of drawers, because I heard her do it many times, but I wasn't going to get into a piss-fight with greedy relatives over something that meant nothing to me. I told Jennifer the same thing. "They must want it or need it a lot more than we do. Let it go."
We did. But if you want to see ugly, watch a family act like a flock of vultures over a nice piece of road kill when a relative dies. Especially when they have a goddam Baptist minister leading the way.
I'm presently waiting for that other shoe to drop since my father past a few weeks ago...
The Baptist Minister.....hehehe. One thing I've learned in 27 years of business: when a prospective client or vendor starts jabbering about how he's been born again, check your wallet.
I truly don't understand the family vulture thing. I mean, I know of people, like Burma's family, who are that way, but I just don't get it.
None of my family would give a rat's ass about "stuff". They may want some remembrance or something, but, heck, my mom died and my sis and I just went thru the meager pile and got on with it.
Truly, I don't get it.
When my Mom died, my brother and his wife, who'd been taking care of her, let Chris and me pretty much go through what little Mom left behind and take what we wanted. And even at that we were careful to make sure Brian and Terri had the chance to look over what we chose so they could see if there was anything they wanted more than we did.
The fact Mom died in debt may have had something to do with how it went, but I doubt it.
When my grandmother died...one of my aunts did the vulture thing. We later found out she had finagled a power of attorney 20 years earlier and had been systematically looting my grandparents for 20 years. She truly is a pathetic old bitch.
This post brings back unpleasant memories. But it rings true. In my case, when my mother died, it was my sister-in-law, prosyletizing Christian do-gooder (or so she'd have you believe) who whined to me that she didn't know where all mother's stocks and bonds went to. Uh, that was 1963; this is 1980. Yeesh.
Vultures have more class, Rob. Now go apologize to those poor misunderstood birds!
A-man, just consider it Karmic retribution for the screwing she's been giving you.