My father died. He was 72. My brothers didn't think to call me until AFTER the funeral had occured. Not that it matters. The old man loathed me. All because after mom died I moved out of town, and lived my own life, the way she wanted me to. Both of my brothers live within walking distance of my dad's house.
He left me his boat, the Expedition. My older brother got the land, my younger brother got the money, and I got the boat. That's really balanced.
He said in his will "I leave my boat, in the hopes that he may have many fond memories of our time together."
What the hell is that about? What fond memories is he talking about?
The ironic bit of this situation:I'm on that boat right now. I didn't feel like driving all the way home.
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