My paternal grandparents' deaths were full of drama.
7 kids (catholic family). 4 of the kids had undiagnosed, untreated mental health issues. By the time Grandpa had his stroke, Crazy Uncle still lived at home (in his 50's) had never held down a real job, did not use banks (money under mattress), etc.
So Grandpa has massive stroke and Super Catholic Uncle gets him put on a feeding tube, and he hangs on for 6 months in "rehab" before finally passing. Meanwhile, Crazy Uncle and Grandma live at home. It quickly becomes apparent that Grandma had been slipping mentally and Grandpa had been covering for her. Crazy Uncle is not covering for her. He is "taking care of her" but not well. Various attempts are made over a couple years to get him to do a better job of taking care of her in return for free room and board. In the end, Super Catholic Uncle (the only non-mentally ill one who lives locally) is doing all bill paying, checking in, scheduling, etc and Crazy Uncle is basically just a warm body in the house making sure Grandma doesn't wander out into traffic.
During these 2 years, there is much fighting amongst the siblings. Some of them do not ever visit Grandma. Some want the house sold and Grandma put in a home. Some want Crazy Uncle to continue "caring" for Grandma because the house is the main asset and if she goes in a home, there will be no inheritance (note: house was worth around 100K, and with 7 siblings it isn't like this is a ton of money we are talking about, making the whole thing even more sad). Alcoholic Uncle is an antiques hoarder and there is suspicion that he is nicking things from the house. Eventually Super Catholic Uncle, my dad, and Not-Crazy Aunt consult a lawyer, because getting Crazy Uncle out of the house is not super simple. They finally put Grandma in a nursing home, get Crazy Uncle out of the house, divide the possessions (this could be a whole separate story). By the time Grandma is in the home, she has lost a dangerous amount of weight, but she gains some weight in the home, continues to be a bitch on wheels (the more she lost her mind, the more bitchy she got. It was hilarious but also sad. She also got more and more racist to the point we would not take her out to lunch and stuff like that, as she would say LOUD "why is that black person in here" and things like that).
Grandma is in the home for about a year, slowly declining physically, totally not there mentally, the house gets sold, she dies before all the money is used, and everyone gets their 10K inheritance. Crazy Uncle is (we believe) getting some kind of section 8 type housing, Crazy Aunt*, Alcoholic Aunt, and Crazy Uncle #2 are basically never seen or heard from again. Alcoholic Uncle did not show up for the funeral. Crazy Uncle received his inheritance in cash. Crazy Aunt does still send wild emails to the whole family periodically so we know she is still alive. My dad, Not-Crazy Aunt, and Super Catholic Uncle still see each other a few times a year, with my dad and Not-Crazy Aunt being fairly close. Most of us grandkids (except my siblings and Not Crazy Aunt's kids) no longer see or talk to each other.
All that for 10K and some antiques.
*Tangential story about Crazy Aunt: Her oldest child gets into the state university, which has a very solid theater and film program, and he gets 100% financial aid because they have no money and no assets (they used to own a floral shop, but ran it into the ground, lost their paid off house, and declared bankruptcy. Totes the kind of people you want to be taking any kind of advice from). But he really wants to go out to CA to some fancy film school because he is going to be a famous director! For real!
So Cousin does 2 years for free at State, then quits to come home and start at Fancy Private Film School in the fall. He cannot actually get the loans for FPFS though, since neither he nor his parents can get them without some kind of co-signer. Crazy Aunt tries to convince everyone in the family to help pay for it, and everyone is like "WTF, your kid had a full ride, NO". So cousin works at the local movie theater for a couple years, then eventually somehow they scrape the money together and he moves out to Denver to go to some other "film "school" which is actually just an AA degree. Last I heard he is still working at a theater in Denver, never comes home (no money, no car) and has no other future plans.