Dearly beloved are you listening?
As of right now everything is all over and done with with the exception of cleaning out my dad's apt. Let me say this, the way the funeral director handled things my father is turning in his grave. If you may not remember my ramblings last year about my father's family, let me sum it up: egotisitcal, ungrateful, self-centered, heartless bastards. Because my sister and I have no way of providing monetary funds for the ceremony, that duty fell on my father's sister. From our meeting on Thursday with the director, it was plainly obvious that somehow his family had paid for the cheapest one they offered and opted to have them listen only to their demands. They butchered his already made obituary to include detailed information about his siblings' husbands and wives that he didn't want in there originally. Us, his children, were listed at the dead end and even then all monetary donations were to made to his sister, not us.
I have never in my life been treated so rudely by anyone in a professional field. Calling hours/the wake/etc. were held on Sunday and the director and his wife was very short with my sister and mother when they asked things, and the set up was obviously segregated. Tiffany and I were situated that when patrons came in, we were the first ones they met with before going to the actual casket then visiting his line of family. With that said, his sister invited everyone from her work who 99% of them walked right passed Tiffany and I without even any acknowledgement whatsoever. Then the Cancer Society representatives came by to present a medal in his honour to his family, and so they walked right by us and handed it to his sister. That hurt like hell. We were closer to him then they ever were his entire life and she gets a fucking medal? When my sister inquired about this, the director's wife just shrugged and said that it belongs to her regardless. (My mother wound up talking to the reps. and explaining our feelings and they gave us one each today.) I even got asked if I was a relative. x.x To add up the stupidity, his landlord has been a douchebag (refused to check on him Wednesday night when my sister asked him too) and stated that he wants the apartment cleaned out as soon as possible (ie. this week), so my father's family decided to go through and "clean" it out (meaning find what they can sell without us knowing) before we get a chance to get together what we want.
Onto today!
We arrived at the funeral parlour in order to pay our final respects and whatnot. My father's sister again brought up the will being read (they've been trying to find out who goes to who since Thursday) in the middle of the fucking room. She also went and told my sister that she would have to handle cancelling everything for him (which isn't her job) and tell the post office what to do. She's not going to because she's not the benneficiary (or however you spell it) and his sister also works for the fucking post office. The funny thing is that they don't get a single thing except his computer, but they're greedy cunts anyways. Anways, on our way out my sister asked the director again to make sure that she'd be getting his jewelery (cross, watch, ring, etc.) after the funeral was over and met with short, blunt answers of annoyance. When asked if we (his fucking children) were getting lamenated copies of his obituary, he said he asked Bonnie (his sister) and she said okay. Wait, what? You had to ask whether or not we could get fucking copies of our fucking father's obituary? It was that much of a struggle to shell out a couple of dollars so we can have one each? FUCK YOU. I swear, they went for the cheapest plan and we got the cheapest service and treatment. I wouldn't be surprised if his family went and told them to treat us like crap. Fucking bastards, but I know they'll wind up getting their own in the end. Good lord, my mom's going to get the board of funeral directors or whatever the fuck they/'re called and let them know that we weren't pleased with that shitty service. The will is safely in my mom's old attorney here, so he's going to handle everything.
They'll get theirs in the end. I need a fucking vacation. Desh, I can't wait to see you~
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