Where there's a will there's no way

Since Blogger is still not letting me make comments on my own damn blog (or any other one) I just want to thank my thousands of loyal readers for the outpouring of love and prayers. Ha! No, really, thanks to the handful of internet friends who have read about this wild and twisted ride my life has taken recently. All I could think about all those days in the hospital was writing everything down so I could process it and make sense of it all. Blogging has become an indispensable therapy for me.  And it's free!  Whee!

The day after the funeral we had a meeting with mom's lawyer.  Lawyer?! I didn't even know she had one. But apparently she had a will she had written not too long after my dad died. Strangely enough, at the worst of the family infighting which occured at his death (because of a certain evil sister who shall remain nameless.) Anywho, we six trooped down to the lawyer's nifty digs and were ushered into a room with a table large enough for the lot of us. It was the reading of the will (said in a deep and eerie voice). 

Just a little background of my family. It will be short, I promise. My parents were extremely devout members of the church. My father served for years as bishop, then various stake callings which involved a four hour round trip to get to meetings. He was never home and I barely knew him when I lived at home. He devoted his all to the church, giving far beyond the necessary in time and money. My mother was right along with him, birthing lots of babies and supporting him in his callings.

Okay, back to the will. There was one small property which was worth a little. But first it had to go through probate in two different states and after paying the lawyers fees it wouldn't come to much but we figured our brother could use it. He'd almost lost his business and so wasn't able to take the time off to come to the hospital and funeral. I thought mom and dad would want any money to go to him. But according to the will, the remaining money would go to...drum roll...the church.  Yep. Because it hadn't extracted enough from my family already. Even my TBM sisters were appalled. One sister was asking about the costs associated with probate and how much money would actually be left, then another sister pointed out, IT DOESN'T MATTER. IT ALL GOES TO THE CHURCH ANYWAY!

We trooped out of the building cracking jokes and ribbing one sister about the gas she gotten at the funeral luncheon. Apparently it was the only tangible thing she'd get. I didn't even get that.