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2014-06-07 12:54:39 AM  
Meth... not even once.
 
2014-06-07 01:07:40 AM  
Yeah, you need a dead will for that.
 
2014-06-07 01:52:29 AM  
Uh... ok...
 
2014-06-07 03:39:57 AM  
I'm a little concerned that the felon who had a firearm was released on $6000 bail.
 
2014-06-07 03:42:50 AM  
Living wills don't mean shiat

get a MOLST
 
2014-06-07 03:43:39 AM  
Wait....the new husbands name is Richie Rich?
 
2014-06-07 03:52:22 AM  
I've actually heard of something like that happening.

The widow got into the home and cleaned the place out...including AC units.

I think it was driven by a sense of survival and "how am I going to survive after he's gone".
 
2014-06-07 03:56:56 AM  
On seeing the headline, I wondered which of my wife's relatives died.  Nope, this is in some other state.

When her mom dies, we're going to have to put a guard on her house during the funeral.  It will probably be me, sitting on the front porch with a baseball bat.  At least we're several states away from those relatives so ti's not a constant threat.  One of her aunts didn't even have to die to get that treatment - she had to stay in the hospital for a few weeks and never could go home again because her house got stripped by her locust relatives.  Broke her heart.
 
2014-06-07 04:18:44 AM  
My grandmother died in 2003. The whole family gathered in Bumfark, Mississippi, for the funeral and the requisite potluck dinner that followed. ("We heard your mama died. Here's some green beans in soup with crunchy onions on top.") Funeral went well, so did the supper. (I really wish they hadn't asked my step-cousin--who was not even related to the deceased--to sing "Amazing Grace." They could have easily found someone with training and/or talent to do it...like me. I was asked to read "The Beatitudes" instead. Whatever.) On the day of the funeral, after all was said and done, we went back to the house. About ten minutes later, out come two of my aunts screaming at each other. Apparently, one of them had wanted an empty jewelry box, and the other did not take kindly to that. The women tried throwing punches at each other (again, this is in front of the whole family--ranging from kids aged 7 or 8 to my great-uncles aged about 394). My eldest brother and my uncle had to break it up by physically pulling the two women apart.

I have been to funerals where there is bad blood and discord in the family--my deadbeat father's funeral in 2008 is one such funeral--but this is family legend right here, folks.

Side note: One of my aunts fighting over the jewelry box was--and I say was because that biatch died about two years ago--a cokeheaded pill-popper who had to have her son removed because she could not adequately take care of him. Who reported her and set that in motion? My dear, sainted mother.

My family is bug-farking-nuts.
 
2014-06-07 04:18:59 AM  

evilsofa: On seeing the headline, I wondered which of my wife's relatives died.  Nope, this is in some other state.

When her mom dies, we're going to have to put a guard on her house during the funeral.  It will probably be me, sitting on the front porch with a baseball bat.  At least we're several states away from those relatives so ti's not a constant threat.  One of her aunts didn't even have to die to get that treatment - she had to stay in the hospital for a few weeks and never could go home again because her house got stripped by her locust relatives.  Broke her heart.


Im sorry to hear that. Get a taser for backup :)
 
2014-06-07 04:55:43 AM  
I have taken many a shiat in my life, but never anyone else's. I can't even see how that would be physically possible.

/DRTFA
 
2014-06-07 04:59:51 AM  

maram500: My grandmother died in 2003. The whole family gathered in Bumfark, Mississippi, for the funeral and the requisite potluck dinner that followed. ("We heard your mama died. Here's some green beans in soup with crunchy onions on top.") Funeral went well, so did the supper. (I really wish they hadn't asked my step-cousin--who was not even related to the deceased--to sing "Amazing Grace." They could have easily found someone with training and/or talent to do it...like me. I was asked to read "The Beatitudes" instead. Whatever.) On the day of the funeral, after all was said and done, we went back to the house. About ten minutes later, out come two of my aunts screaming at each other. Apparently, one of them had wanted an empty jewelry box, and the other did not take kindly to that. The women tried throwing punches at each other (again, this is in front of the whole family--ranging from kids aged 7 or 8 to my great-uncles aged about 394). My eldest brother and my uncle had to break it up by physically pulling the two women apart.

I have been to funerals where there is bad blood and discord in the family--my deadbeat father's funeral in 2008 is one such funeral--but this is family legend right here, folks.

Side note: One of my aunts fighting over the jewelry box was--and I say was because that biatch died about two years ago--a cokeheaded pill-popper who had to have her son removed because she could not adequately take care of him. Who reported her and set that in motion? My dear, sainted mother.

My family is bug-farking-nuts.


glad it's not just mine.
 
2014-06-07 06:00:24 AM  

evilsofa: One of her aunts didn't even have to die to get that treatment - she had to stay in the hospital for a few weeks and never could go home again because her house got stripped by her locust relatives.


It takes a special kind of scumbag... I'm sure they justified it by assuming she was going to die in the hospital or something.  Or they're just dumb petty thieves like the trash in this story.
 
2014-06-07 06:25:16 AM  
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2014-06-07 07:07:30 AM  

cretinbob: Living wills don't mean shiat

get a MOLST


That way, as you slip into a coma after you splattered yourself on the highway while motorcycling without a helmet, your last action will be a half-smile when the doc says, "at least he made the MOLST of a bad situation."
 
2014-06-07 07:38:52 AM  
I read that as take A shiat. I thought, ew, if it was right in the middle of the living room or some such, but I understand the sentiment.

Shouldn't fark before coffee.
 
2014-06-07 09:30:40 AM  
The pair told deputies that they had talked to their attorney, who they claimed told them that Tina Richoux could take what she wanted from the house because she had a living will.

I'm... seriously interested in what their lawyer may have told them. If he exists.
 
2014-06-07 09:34:53 AM  
What a living Willie may look like.

img.fark.net
 
2014-06-07 09:38:38 AM  

cretinbob: Wait....the new husbands name is Richie Rich?


All of her new husbands have the same name?
 
2014-06-07 09:56:05 AM  

lack of warmth: cretinbob: Wait....the new husbands name is Richie Rich?

All of her new husbands have the same name?


She wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam
 
2014-06-07 10:05:58 AM  

maram500: My grandmother died in 2003. The whole family gathered in Bumfark, Mississippi, for the funeral and the requisite potluck dinner that followed. ("We heard your mama died. Here's some green beans in soup with crunchy onions on top.") Funeral went well, so did the supper. (I really wish they hadn't asked my step-cousin--who was not even related to the deceased--to sing "Amazing Grace." They could have easily found someone with training and/or talent to do it...like me. I was asked to read "The Beatitudes" instead. Whatever.) On the day of the funeral, after all was said and done, we went back to the house. About ten minutes later, out come two of my aunts screaming at each other. Apparently, one of them had wanted an empty jewelry box, and the other did not take kindly to that. The women tried throwing punches at each other (again, this is in front of the whole family--ranging from kids aged 7 or 8 to my great-uncles aged about 394). My eldest brother and my uncle had to break it up by physically pulling the two women apart.

I have been to funerals where there is bad blood and discord in the family--my deadbeat father's funeral in 2008 is one such funeral--but this is family legend right here, folks.

Side note: One of my aunts fighting over the jewelry box was--and I say was because that biatch died about two years ago--a cokeheaded pill-popper who had to have her son removed because she could not adequately take care of him. Who reported her and set that in motion? My dear, sainted mother.

My family is bug-farking-nuts.


My father has always been horrible with money. He is a surgeon and still manages to live paycheck to paycheck. I've loaned him money in the past so he could make his mortgage payment. Never been paid back. I just wrote it off as partial repayment for the years he took care of me.
When my grandfather (his father) died, my father won the lottery. My dad was the executor of the estate and was in charge of handing out the money. Of course, he kept everything for himself. He paid off his cars. He put a new roof on his house. He renovated his house.
My mother keeps telling my brother and me to go after him for our inheritance. I really don't care. I don't want to go through the effort of suing him for an unknown amount of money that's probably already gone. I don't see why I'm owed any money just because someone died. I make enough to live. My mother is the kind of person who thinks you need to be a millionaire to be happy.
My family is insane. Moving to Virginia, from Florida, isn't far enough away from them. So now, I'm moving out west.
 
2014-06-07 10:31:47 AM  
Really? Cos when my mother died my sisters were pillaging her shiat the very next day and the cops did not do shiat when I called them.

Living wills don't mean shiat anyway I later discovered after $10,000 in attorney bills. If the executor is crooked there is really nothing you can do about it. My aunt (the executor) basically teemed up with my sisters to take my share even though the will said everything was to be evenly divided. I got robbed of a very large sum of cash... I should know,
 
2014-06-07 11:11:30 AM  
Sorry for the tangent:

My Mother in law and her bf just bought a house, but it hasn't closed yet. The BF went over there yesterday. He wanted some measurements for furniture. So, he decided to break into the house, since no one was home. Fortunately, he's dumb, and cut his hand before committing the B&E.

My wife and I can't understand WTF he was thinking. Plus, he's a gun nut, and reads a lot of 2nd Amendment magazines. No idea why he wouldn't expect an armed homeowner.
 
2014-06-07 11:12:16 AM  

DubyaHater: maram500: My grandmother died in 2003. The whole family gathered in Bumfark, Mississippi, for the funeral and the requisite potluck dinner that followed. ("We heard your mama died. Here's some green beans in soup with crunchy onions on top.") Funeral went well, so did the supper. (I really wish they hadn't asked my step-cousin--who was not even related to the deceased--to sing "Amazing Grace." They could have easily found someone with training and/or talent to do it...like me. I was asked to read "The Beatitudes" instead. Whatever.) On the day of the funeral, after all was said and done, we went back to the house. About ten minutes later, out come two of my aunts screaming at each other. Apparently, one of them had wanted an empty jewelry box, and the other did not take kindly to that. The women tried throwing punches at each other (again, this is in front of the whole family--ranging from kids aged 7 or 8 to my great-uncles aged about 394). My eldest brother and my uncle had to break it up by physically pulling the two women apart.

I have been to funerals where there is bad blood and discord in the family--my deadbeat father's funeral in 2008 is one such funeral--but this is family legend right here, folks.

Side note: One of my aunts fighting over the jewelry box was--and I say was because that biatch died about two years ago--a cokeheaded pill-popper who had to have her son removed because she could not adequately take care of him. Who reported her and set that in motion? My dear, sainted mother.

My family is bug-farking-nuts.

My father has always been horrible with money. He is a surgeon and still manages to live paycheck to paycheck. I've loaned him money in the past so he could make his mortgage payment. Never been paid back. I just wrote it off as partial repayment for the years he took care of me.
When my grandfather (his father) died, my father won the lottery. My dad was the executor of the estate and was in charge of handing out the money. Of course, he kept everything for himself. He paid off his cars. He put a new roof on his house. He renovated his house.
My mother keeps telling my brother and me to go after him for our inheritance. I really don't care. I don't want to go through the effort of suing him for an unknown amount of money that's probably already gone. I don't see why I'm owed any money just because someone died. I make enough to live. My mother is the kind of person who thinks you need to be a millionaire to be happy.
My family is insane. Moving to Virginia, from Florida, isn't far enough away from them. So now, I'm moving out west.


I thought MY family was weird. Well...I still do, but at least other people have weird families too.
 
2014-06-07 11:33:04 AM  
My mother threw a fit with her family because she really had to have Grandma's ice pick. She wanted the pie safe too but could live without it: the big deal was the ice pick.

For the past few years she's been in a nursing home "back home," with my sister as sort of overseer.
 
2014-06-07 01:53:39 PM  

The One True TheDavid: My mother threw a fit with her family because she really had to have Grandma's ice pick


See my previous (lengthy) comment above. I don't know what's worse--fighting over an ice pick or an empty jewelry box.
 
2014-06-07 02:12:22 PM  
I'm not getting a kick out of the story.

Pro-tip: Don't die in Mississippi. Or live either.
 
2014-06-07 03:42:02 PM  
The woman in the article sounds like my first ex-wife. She would do the same thing if I actually had anything worth taking.
 
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