My aunt died recently. She has five children all of whom live far away from her. One in Singapore, one in London, one in Leeds, One in Florida and one in Edinburgh. They hardly ever visited her when she was alive, which was not surprising because she was not a very nice person and was quite cruel to them when they were children (sorry to speak ill of the dead but I speak as I find).
Anyway, to cut a long story short, since her death the goings on between these siblings are enough to make you want to puke - talk about picking over the bones of the dead! They do say that funerals bring out the worst in families, well it certainly has in this case, with bells on.
Now, each sibling is due to inherit around 20K once my aunt's estate has been settled which, one would think, would be enough for anyone. This family, however, are currently in the process of fighting over every tea cup and place mat in what was once their family home. They have each travelled miles to lay their claim to this and that and have all fallen out in the process - vitriolic emails, texts and phonecalls have been the order of the day and things are now verging on the ridiculous.
Tonight, one sibling has driven 500 miles to lay claim to a double bed intended for her sister. I mean FFS! All that trouble for a bed, how sad is that?
I told my mother and father tonight that they should spend the lot before they go - seriously, if this is what inheritance does to you then I do not want anything to do with it. So, mum and dad, go on a cruise or five, anything, just don't leave it all to me and my brother to fight over.
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