You Can’t Make Crazy Up
I know I’ve said before that my in-laws weren’t exactly the sharpest crayon in the box. I may have even said they were certifiably crazy. Well here is your proof.
My husband’s grandfather passed away Sunday night. He was a very quiet man with a strong work ethic. I always enjoyed visiting him, because he lived simply. Nothing fancy here folks. One Christmas my father-in-law got him a remote starter for his car and his response after they explained what it did was, “The day I can’t start my own car, will be the day I quit driving.” His honesty and frankness reminded me a lot of my own grandmother, who also didn’t see the need for all the latest inventions.
My husband traveled alone (his choice) to the funeral this week. We stayed home because there were Christmas programs, work and pre-op appointments that really couldn’t be missed. Plus we were just up there by ourselves for a wedding.
Before that was decided his father asked if Ethan would want to be a paul bearer. Yes, that’s right our 5 year old carrying a casket! This boy can’t even pick up his own toys. It took a few minutes to catch our breath. Is that not one of the most ridiculous things you’ve ever heard?
It gets better. When they called my husband’s sister (you know the one with 4 illegitimate kids) to let her know about her grandfather’s death the first questions were - “When will you read the will?” & “When will you go through his house?” No kidding. She’s what you call a gold-digger.
My husband called last night to tell me that on the way to the funeral his sister ran off the road and hurt her neck. She ended up being transported to the same hospital (1 1/2 hours away) that her grandfather died at. They admitted her and it looks like she will be alright, but may need surgery down the road.
See any irony there? She missed the funeral, but thankfully was released today.
The best story I’ve heard thus far is that my husband found out some big family secret today at the funeral home. Turns out Grandpa was married once before and had another son and no one ever told him. It’s a little awkward when a guy (your father’s age) walks up and introduces himself to you as your Grandpa’s son, when as far as you know there are only two - your father and your uncle.
You couldn’t make this stuff up! Their family would make a great reality show. I can’t wait to hear all the other stories my husband will have of the insanity that always follows a trip to the “dreaded North” as we’ve named it.
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Julie
Using My Words
That’s the thing about in-laws.
You didn’t grow up in the family, so the stuff that seems kind of weird when you’re growing up in the family is INSANE when you marry into it.
I can’t believe your sister-in-law would ask something like that!
That’s some crazy stuff…asking if a 5 yr. old would like to be a pall bearer? Heavens to Betsy.
Yup…they are nuts.
you don’t need a reality show made after you–more like a soap opera!
at least your husband is sans crazy! that’s really all that matters…
Wow. just wow. I could tell you stories though of in-law crazies. Yikes!
I am very sorry for your dh’s loss though.
Ew. A five year old carrying a dead person is just plain wrong, even if he were super strong.
Amazing that they made it out alive and relatively normal, isn’t it? I’m talking about the husbands…with all that crazy in the family, it’s a miracle.
Kinda reminds me of my adoptive sister who has ‘problems’. I took care of all my adoptive p[arents affairs for the last 5 years of their lives, she was missing, literally, nobody knew where she was. When my adoptive mom died shortly after my Dad, sis showed up 1st at the bank and managed to get access to the safe deposit boxes. Thankfully they stopped her from taking the things she stuffed in her coat pockets. She then turned up at the crematorium and somehow managed to get the ashes. She then travelled the country with her man friend for just under a year before returning to the hometown and unceremoniously depositing the ashes next to Dad’s. No notice, just came in the afternoon and dug a hole with a rented power auger and dumped the urn in. The town crew found her tamping the dirt down just after she finished. Haven’t heard from her for a long time now:)
As jaildiet said, thankfully hubby’s sane. Sorry for his loss though.
wow. just wow. i’ve missed you.
Wow! That’s so, like, Y&R!
And, it seems like everyone’s grandfather was a “very quiet man with a strong work ethic”! Josh-O’s grandfather was exactly the same! And, I really liked him. Loved how he used to just hum to himself at parties…..
I cannot believe that they would think it’s ok to use your son as a paul bearer!!!NO!!!
Oh do I love knowing we are not the only dysfunctional family in the world… I’ve been saying life is stranger then fiction and you just verified it….
Good luck with your surgery..I’ll be thinking and praying for you…
Dorothy from grammology
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Great post! Thanks for stopping by my blog. Families offer much amusement.