Haven't been to this thread in ages, but I have two things to add:
1)
@TheGrimSqueaker, thank you for starting your blog! I will read it shortly as I know it will crack me up.
2) You probably have forgotten about all of this, since it was on like page 2 or 3 of this thread, but my Grandma "Grace" was quite a handful of folly, evil, and spite. Well, unfortunately it seems like my Mom, whom we now call Granny, is slowly turning into Granny Grace.
Granny Grace has just informed me that I am "executrix" of her will. She made sure I know that the proper term is executrix. Uh huh.
Granny Grace is a bit of a hoarder, although she did move a few years ago which dramatically helped the situation . . . at the time of the move, she got overwhelmed and agreed to have most of her crap hauled away and sold by a couple of her neighbors. Praise baby Jesus! She has shown me the secret places in her new house where she stashes her remaining secret loot. This thread has taught me I can refuse both duty and property when the time comes . . . thank you all for that!
Her latest shenanigans:
Granny Grace bought a vintage 80's Chevy Camaro "for" one of my nephews for the low low price of $8K. Her idea was that he would buy it from her, but he was a teenager trying to finish high school at the time: no money. Certainly no $8K.
So, of course, she has never let him have it because he had to pay for it first. Right before the purchase, she asked what I thought and I told her not to buy the car. She has 12 grandkids . . . is she going to buy them all cars? Obviously not. She also asked my brother (nephew's Dad) and he told her not to buy it . . . besides the obvious reasons, he had already purchased his son a used Prius, which was right nice of him.
Seems that all adults who are not Granny Grace think a teen-aged boy driving a Chevy Camaro is a bad idea (in an area with long, harsh snowy winters, no less).
She never registered or insured this glorious muscle car, and so it has been under its fancy car sheet parked in her carport for a couple of years. Nephew is now thousands of miles away in the military. I told her that the battery is likely dead at this point and the tires are probably getting destroyed because the car never moves. She retorted that she could sell it for more than she bought it for. Whatever.
Honestly, I hope she is right about the car resale value. She has always been poor and it was $8K that she will eventually need for food. She only even had $8K on hand because she had just downsized her home.
The real gem, though, came on my last visit. During this visit, Granny Grace said that she is leaving my brother her house but that she has thought up a way to "even things out."
According to her, we should not tell anyone when she dies. She let me know that, unbeknownst to me, she still has the joint savings account that she opened for me when I was like 5 years old (it is in another state . . . not the state that she lives in now and not the state that I live in now). Seriously my signature on that thing is from when I could barely write my name, and last time I saw that account before I left for college the balance was right around a hundred dollars. She pitched the idea that I not tell anyone she died, that way, get this: I can continue depositing her social security check into that account for years after. She pitched it like this criminal idea was some kind of gift to me that I should be grateful to receive.
That's right: good old-fashioned social security fraud of the worst kind. What the literal fuck?!
Yes, I informed her that this was both immoral and illegal and I would do no such thing, which seemed to disappoint her. I didn't even let her get to her ideas about what to do with her body (it seemed like she had thought it through and was eager to explain the whole caper, but I cut her off.) Then I made her feel better by ensuring her that she was going to live many more years, so it's not something she should even be thinking about right now.
On the bright side, I'm confident that my brother will also have nothing to do with her ridiculous ideas. We are going to be the anti-inheritance drama wonder twins.
So now I am concerned about something else: my own will has Granny Grace listed as managing the trust for my kids if I die before they are adults. I'm going to have to get the bank to do it, apparently, as she is now confirmed as both incompetent and dishonest. Sigh. I won't go into the reasons why I don't want my brother or other relatives to handle it . . . the bank it is!