I swear, they’re on a campaign to make me crack. Yesterday, I went down to the mortuary and signed off on the cremation. (No, I’m not an Ice Queen. While he’s biologically my father, he’s a stranger to me. kthxbai.) After chasing around Grand Rapids, I then spent the rest of the evening exhausted. I fell into bed at midnight, woke up briefly at 7am to hit the bathroom, and passed out until noon.
*sigh* So much for my math test…
This afternoon, I received another phone call from the mortuary to let me know that Aunt Sue wanted me to contact her. Now she wants me to handle his estate. What the…? Here I thought, as per our discussion the other night, that we were letting the State take everything. She apparently wants me to become the executor of his estate because someone named “Tony” desperately wants his trailer. (From the context, I’m guessing this is a relative I’m supposed to know — despite being estranged for 16 years. *sighs, shrugs*)
According to Sue, my dad’s trailer is worth about $2000, his bank account has about $600, plus whatever belongings I/we could sell off or anything.
Supposedly, probate court said that because he doesn’t have much in the way of assets, there is no financial liability for his heirs. Supposedly, his creditors can’t come after us for his debts. Supposedly, if I do this I/we get some $2600 with no strings attached.
Forgive me if I’m not exactly excited. My student loans alone are already well above the 10-grand mark. If his creditors come after us, we’re sunk before we even set sail.
I politely told Sue that I needed time to think. What I didn’t tell her is that I’m either calling or going down to probate court myself, so I can get the story right from the source. I’m also calling our CPA/Tax Preparer and finding out if there’s any tax liability. Frankly, I don’t trust Sue. I absolutely do not trust her.