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My uncle Jim, I heard about his as a boy from mum, but never saw him as he lived abroad, when my Nana died (grandma, not visitor) he came home to live in her house, get all her stuff and money.
For the next 30 years I got to know him, he was a good character, prone to tall tales, which got more extravagant the more he told them, but as the years went by, a trend set in, he didn't go to funerals, not his brother, or his sisters.
He mentioned having children but never mentioned their names, he was an enigma, he was private, and when he died of cancer last Friday I didn't even know he was ill, and he told the home he had no family.
With everyone else dead, it fell on me to sign the death certificate, me to pay for the funeral,e to go through his house and see if I could find any proof of his children so I could contact them before the funeral, and send them his money, as he left no will, had no insurance.
Only the home won't give me his keys, won't give me his wallet.
He has no family they say.
My name is on the death certificate I say, no family they say.
I have a family tree, my grandparents are his parents I say, no family they say.
I have his parents wedding certificate, and his grandfathers skipper licence from 1887, no family they say.
I know they are in a bind here, it's the final words of a dying man, but life of the party, buy everyone a drink, uncle Jim has fucked me over royally here.
I either have to suck up funeral costs I can't afford, or I have to fight a charity set up to help people dying of cancer.
I love you Jim, but your a cunt.
My uncle Jim, I heard about his as a boy from mum, but never saw him as he lived abroad, when my Nana died (grandma, not visitor) he came home to live in her house, get all her stuff and money.
For the next 30 years I got to know him, he was a good character, prone to tall tales, which got more extravagant the more he told them, but as the years went by, a trend set in, he didn't go to funerals, not his brother, or his sisters.
He mentioned having children but never mentioned their names, he was an enigma, he was private, and when he died of cancer last Friday I didn't even know he was ill, and he told the home he had no family.
With everyone else dead, it fell on me to sign the death certificate, me to pay for the funeral,e to go through his house and see if I could find any proof of his children so I could contact them before the funeral, and send them his money, as he left no will, had no insurance.
Only the home won't give me his keys, won't give me his wallet.
He has no family they say.
My name is on the death certificate I say, no family they say.
I have a family tree, my grandparents are his parents I say, no family they say.
I have his parents wedding certificate, and his grandfathers skipper licence from 1887, no family they say.
I know they are in a bind here, it's the final words of a dying man, but life of the party, buy everyone a drink, uncle Jim has fucked me over royally here.
I either have to suck up funeral costs I can't afford, or I have to fight a charity set up to help people dying of cancer.
I love you Jim, but your a cunt.
