A most morbid day

Last Will and TestamentToday is going to be the essence of an extremely morbid day. Like, when you think about morbid, it really doesn’t get more extreme than this. Why is that, I hear you ask? Because today is the day when we go through my newly deceased grandmother’s last will and testament.

That’s right, folks, my potentially sweet, definitely elderly grandmother finally decided to leave this cruel cruel world for the next life. I say ‘potentially’ sweet, because I never knew her, exactly. Well, I guess I did meet her when I was born, but I have no memory of her whatsoever. Mum and the rest of her family got into this huge fight when I was about two (she still won’t tell me what it was about) and so I actually have never met most of her family. Well, Auntie Dora comes around for afternoon tea once every few years, but she’s crazy, so no one takes any notice of her.

Anywho, now that grandma’s dead, it’s all about the practicalities of the affair – first and foremost, the will. We’re not even going to the funeral. Like I said, morbid. I guess the hope is that, hidden in all that estate planning and other clauses, there’s something in it for us. Legend has it that grandma comes from money (mum never talks about it) and, even though they don’t like to admit it, I know my parents are going to try and get some. They’re even hoping there might be something about the unknown grandkids, which is why me and Hayles have been roped in to all of this. If you think about, it’s a pretty shameless exploitation on mum and dad’s half. Actually, since they’re usually up on their moral high horse, it’s kind of fun to see them conniving. I think dad’s struggling with it more than mum, and roping us into this is low.

Having said that, I wouldn’t mind coming into some inheritance. So I guess I’ll just have to lay off making too many sly remarks, and just power through, hoping for the best. Like I always do.

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