posted on Oct, 8 2021 @ 11:42 AM
A-yup, my late grandmother used to tell us all KIIIIINDS of stories about our greedy great-aunts (her brothers' wives) suddenly showing up out of the
blue whenever someone died, hoping to pick through the belated's # for things of value first. And they had a knack for theft when people were too busy
dealing with readying funeral stuff instead of watching the deceased's house like a hawk.
It almost came to physical blows once for my grandmother after her own mother (my great-grandmother) died. My grandmother lived across the country, so
these slimy #s had a head start before they couldn't pick through stuff anymore, even the fastest flight still gave them time.
They made the mistake of Five Finger Discounting my grandmother's own Christening gown & jewelry that her parents kept, bitch aunts poofed the box
before she could get it herself. All because the baby ring (item of highest value in the box) was 22 kt. They denied taking it, of course, but it was
never found. Amazing how it vanished out of a locked antique wooden travel trunk, huh?
Nobody could prove it was them, but everyone freaking knows it was them, their house visits timing and the missing stuff's timing always lined up.
They were just so good at it that there was no way to prove it, no one ever saw them pocket stuff (they didn't take anything when they were watched)
and no one ever found anything that went missing. but once it was gone, it was GONE.
Not the first time they stole anything of high value, there's still a missing collection of high value little antique figurines, and several missing
(and papered, good luck selling them, butt munches) Faberge eggs. My great-grandmother had early-onset Alzheimer's, so these were collections she was
working on before her mind started to go.
When she finally couldn't take care of herself anymore, my grandmother moved in and was her caregiver for decades. That lasted until the 90's, when my
grandmother physically couldn't do it herself anymore and had to move her to a nursing home.
After that, since my grandmother, and her brothers, all had keys to the house to maintain it, well...gold mine for Sticky Fingers Aunties looking for
small, valuable items. Just lift the house key from where it's kept when the husbands aren't around, go help yourself, and oh yeah, not enough
neighbors close enough to the house to actually see if you removed anything.
My great-aunts really suck as humans. And they didn't even come from poverty, they come from quite old money & are still dripping in it. Not that
coming from a poverty background would ever justify theft, but I can't figure out how the rich justify it.