Six Feet Under: Funerals & Firearms
I felt like I was living out an episode of Six Feet Under: The Bama series.
I go home to attend the funeral of my mother’s Aunt. This particular Aunt was never that warm or sweet to my mother. She was quite manipulative and loved to play her children against each other. Prior to her death, she had convinced her youngest son to come get her because the 6 other siblings weren’t taking adequate care of her. She left the city and went to Buffalo, NY with only the “panties on her ass” (my grandma’s words) and didn’t bother telling any of her children that she was leaving. She basically gave them all the middle finger and left. Of course being hurt, disappointed, and upset, the children didn’t bother to visit or call her in NY this last year. When she passed away last week, all hell broke loose.
What is it about death that makes people crazy?
One of her sons had taken out a loan to do home improvements on her home because she promised him that she would repay him. This son didn’t come to the funeral at all. Another son had a burial policy that he refused to use. So her funeral was paid for out of pocket by the son that “mom-napped” her to NY. He also had to pay to return her body home for burial. Since the costs were mounting, her funeral was a basic, no frills casket. Personally, I think people pay way too much for funerals to impress the living. It’s a clear demonstration of opulence that makes no sense whatsoever.
After the funeral, the family gathers at the “house of pain” (grandma’s words) to eat and be evil to each other. The son that has been asking for the death certificate so that he can cash in on his policy gets irate. My guess is he was high, drunk, or medicated, OR he needed to be. So he comes in and pulls a GUN on his brothers. Threatening to “burn this muthafuckin house down” tonight if he doesn’t get what he wants. (smh).
Thankfully our family had parted ways with them at the cemetery and decided to eat lunch elsewhere. It was my mother’s birthday weekend so we didn’t want to be subjected to any more drama.
After decompressing from the funeral and the drama, we managed to have a wonderful birthday dinner. I treated my parents to a lovely Italian dinner which felt great. My dad says the food tasted a lot better being paid for by somebody else, LOL. Anyway, we started talking about death and wills over dinner. My sister and I agreed that there will be no fighting (hope this doesn't change)and my parents assured us that all their papers are in order. There will be no confusion on who gets what. It felt weird talking about this with them, but I suppose it is reassuring that they care enough to put their wishes on paper.
I just don't want to act nuts. Grief does weird things to humans. If you are already an unstable person then it can send you over the edge.
I go home to attend the funeral of my mother’s Aunt. This particular Aunt was never that warm or sweet to my mother. She was quite manipulative and loved to play her children against each other. Prior to her death, she had convinced her youngest son to come get her because the 6 other siblings weren’t taking adequate care of her. She left the city and went to Buffalo, NY with only the “panties on her ass” (my grandma’s words) and didn’t bother telling any of her children that she was leaving. She basically gave them all the middle finger and left. Of course being hurt, disappointed, and upset, the children didn’t bother to visit or call her in NY this last year. When she passed away last week, all hell broke loose.
What is it about death that makes people crazy?
One of her sons had taken out a loan to do home improvements on her home because she promised him that she would repay him. This son didn’t come to the funeral at all. Another son had a burial policy that he refused to use. So her funeral was paid for out of pocket by the son that “mom-napped” her to NY. He also had to pay to return her body home for burial. Since the costs were mounting, her funeral was a basic, no frills casket. Personally, I think people pay way too much for funerals to impress the living. It’s a clear demonstration of opulence that makes no sense whatsoever.
After the funeral, the family gathers at the “house of pain” (grandma’s words) to eat and be evil to each other. The son that has been asking for the death certificate so that he can cash in on his policy gets irate. My guess is he was high, drunk, or medicated, OR he needed to be. So he comes in and pulls a GUN on his brothers. Threatening to “burn this muthafuckin house down” tonight if he doesn’t get what he wants. (smh).
Thankfully our family had parted ways with them at the cemetery and decided to eat lunch elsewhere. It was my mother’s birthday weekend so we didn’t want to be subjected to any more drama.
After decompressing from the funeral and the drama, we managed to have a wonderful birthday dinner. I treated my parents to a lovely Italian dinner which felt great. My dad says the food tasted a lot better being paid for by somebody else, LOL. Anyway, we started talking about death and wills over dinner. My sister and I agreed that there will be no fighting (hope this doesn't change)and my parents assured us that all their papers are in order. There will be no confusion on who gets what. It felt weird talking about this with them, but I suppose it is reassuring that they care enough to put their wishes on paper.
I just don't want to act nuts. Grief does weird things to humans. If you are already an unstable person then it can send you over the edge.
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