Well, hopefully I can bury this chapter of my life. Got a set of pissy e-mails from a cousin demanding that I sign off on some paperwork for my father. Thing is, she kept sending them to my mom’s e-mail which isn’t usually checked until Friday. Only reason I checked it tonight was because I was updating her e-mail client.
*sighs* Gave Kathy my e-mail and warned her not to send me forwards or chain letters (like she’s constantly sending to my mom.)
I really hate my family. I remained civil when I called Aunt Sue, but I kind of got a little brittle with the mortuary. 16 years worth of bad blood has been doing an awful lot of boiling in my house.
Anyway, called Sue and asked her what I needed to do. I don’t have the finances to handle burying him nor handling his possessions. Frankly, there’s nothing I really want. He was a heavy chain smoker, so anything in the place would need to be professionally cleaned before I could touch it.
The only thing I want back is my mother’s ring, which he stole back when we were 12. I doubt it’s in the house. I really think he threw it away or flushed it down the toilet or something. But he was such an awful pack rat hoarder, part of me wonders if it isn’t in the house somewhere. Still, I doubt it and that wonder isn’t enough for me to dig through his things. The State can have all of it.
Turns out in Michigan, it’s illegal to cremate someone without permission from the next of kin. So they need me to sign off so they can cremate his body. Fine fine. First thing tomorrow, I’ll go down and sign off so they can do what they need to.
We really want to deal with this.
EDIT: 16 years, not 18. Finally found the right paper and checked the date.