My grandmother was not a sweet little, old grandma that makes cookies and such.
She was pretty spicy.
I come by my dramatic and bitchy attitude honestly.
Anyway,
My grandfather was a jackass.
Cheated on her most of their 50 year marriage,
Treated her with zero respect.
But he didn’t divorce her because he knew he’d out live her and get the house for he and his mistress.
It’s a bad ass house, so the long con seemed worth it, I guess.
My grandma knew he was after the house and signed it over to her daughter as soon as she found out she was terminal.
Also signed over the other houses so it couldn’t be contested in a will.
Flashforward,
My grandmother died.
We were still all in the room with her, crying, saying goodbye,
My grandfather got up, said “Well, I’m single now. Going to the bars.”
With my grandmother’s body still literally in the room.
He’s such a trashcan.
Anyway, after the funeral my grandfather gathered us all and told us he had “bad news”.
The bad news was everything that was hers was his now and that we could all count on zero inheritance.
Grandma delivered a ninja kick his very soul, from the grave.
All the daughters announced they had already taken ownership of all their inheritance including the family home he was living in, planning to move in his girlfriend.
The daughter that owned that house served him an eviction notice on the spot.
I love my Grandma.
That’s some ice cold ■■■■.
And she did it without even being alive.
