vockins wrote:After my father died, I hounded a guy that owned my father's old Stratocaster to sell it to me for what he paid for it. Never mind that my father had it for three months and he'd had it for 35 years. I was also brutally verbally abuse to my mother and my girlfriend at the time. I slept for 13 hours a day for two years.
It's hard when people die. People do strange things while they get their heads around it.
You have a point there.
A similar thing happened when my grandfather died. On his deathbed, he made a point of giving me his father's old mandolin. When the estate was being settled, my uncle started asking around the family as to the mandolin's whereabouts. Not wanting to cause any trouble, my mom and my aunt told him that my grandfather had given it to another family member several years earlier (which was technically true. He'd promised to me when I was a teenager that it would one day be mine).
My uncle ended up being very pissed off about that, among other issues. One day he took a box containing almost all the family photographs from my grandfather's house and drove back home, halfway across the country. He disposed of the old photographs (out of spite?) before anybody else could even have a chance to look through them.
People indeed do strange things under the duress of grief.
