Inspired by this article. Focus: Most of us on here have dealt with a close death in the family, certainly by the time you reach my age (41), it's pretty likely. And yes, you're not supposed to speak ill of the dead, but some people are just better off dead. Anyone you'd be glad to see go? Creepy Uncle? Annoying Niece? Mother/Father In Law? Celebrities? Sports Stars? Bonus Focus: Write the obituary.
Would it take a diamond-tipped stake struck by the hammer of Hephaestus to kill off Nancy Grace, this grotesque freak of nature?
I honestly don't think this should turn into a "Ehh I wish Ann Coulter got a railroad spike through her bird neck" thread. I say we keep it with bad mouthing the dead or at least family members so that we don't get into some partisan bullshit. Focus- My mom's mom. I never once met her. There is a story where she came to our house around the time I was born and my mom refused to let her in the door. My grandma physically and psychologically abused my mom growing up as well as her father (my grandfather). My mom cut out family members in her life because they reconnected or stayed connected with her. Thus, Ive never met my uncle or his kids on my mom's side of the family. That's how much she hated her mom. A month or so ago my cousin, from an Aunt of mine, posted our grandmother's obit on facebook with the comment "Ding dong the witch is dead." He removed it a short while later. If it hadn't been for that post I'd have never known she passed. My mom never mentioned it (though I think she had been talking with her sisters about it that week), but I wouldn't have known otherwise. I'll let my mom handle it how ever she feels is right. Maybe saying nothing and letting the bitch fade into obscurity on a shitty life is the best thing to do. * (if he has them Im not to clear if he does or not)
David M. Fuck off prick, I'm glad you were killed by that drunk driver. It pleases me to drive by the cemetery sometimes and see your mom crying.
Aunt M. The aunt who, at the age of 52, still lives with her 92 year old mother. The aunt who never had a boyfriend or a job, and applied for long-term disability when she was 25 because she couldn't handle the stress of life. The aunt who took 30 years to graduate from university with possibly the most useless degree in the world because she took one class a year. The aunt who leeches off my grandmother's old age security and buys herself "treats" of computers and fur coats while my grandmother is wearing the same winter coat she's had since 1988. The aunt who actually told me that my grandmother is going to live forever because my aunt can't survive without her. The aunt who accused her own father of molestation, then rescinded that accusation, then accused her mother of forcing her to rescind that accusation, then rescinded that accusation of being forced to rescind the earlier accusation and blamed the entire series of incidents on her younger brother. The aunt who broke down weeping last year at Thanksgiving dinner because she missed her cat Boots... Boots died 15 years ago. In short, while I don't wish death upon her, I do feel like the world would be better off if she moved to the coldest part of Siberia forever.
I'm not saying my aunt deserved to die, nor should have died. But her kids are all doing better without her around. Correlation is not causation, but damn. My mom's brother, the same. His daughter is thriving now. What a miserable fucking creature. He abandoned his sisters (aunt from above) when my grandfather was a bedridden vegetable because he believed it was a sin to take care of the old man. Because they had to see their father naked when changing his fucking diaper. Very convenient for him when he didn't have to do fuckall for his 88 year old father. Then he had the balls to wear his clerical collar to the funeral and say how hard gramps' stroke was on everyone. Oh, did I mention he was a minister? Yeah. Compassionate. Fuck him. I'm glad he's dead. Sometimes I hope there's a hell just so certain people can go there. My only regret is nobody lit him on fire when he had his heart attack last year.
Personal: My biological father who sexually abused me as a child and adolescent, my mother who was willfully ignorant while it happened, and all of my siblings who took my father's "side" and tried to get me in a mental institution for "being on drugs" once I came clean about the abuse. Fake life: Adam Sandler and everyone in his group of actors, Lebron James and David Stern, Tony Romo and Jerry Jones, Andy Cohen, Carson Daily, Derek Fisher.
I was worried my sentiments were a bit strong until I read what you ruthless motherfuckers have brought down already. FOCUS: My maternal grandfather. I wouldn't say I have a bad relationship with him, as much as I have no relationship with him. He was an abusive alcoholic who fucked up the childhoods of my mom and two uncles unbelievably, routinely took advantage of my emotionally fragile Grandma and cheated on her relentlessly, and was just an overall shithead. But the birth of me, his first and oldest grandchild, likely settled him down, right? Wrong. He once punched me in the stomach because I was "looking at him the wrong way"...I was fucking FIVE. My grandma finally divorced him about 20 years ago and he moved to Tampa full-time living in a "luxury" mobile home park off a sizeable nest egg. (More on that shortly). He had a severe heart attack and surgery 6-7 years ago that people thought might change him, and he actually had sympathy/a second chance. Before he started sneaking flasks to family gatherings over the holiday and lying about it even though doctors told him alcohol could kill him. My only contact with him is his occasional trips up for summers (he cant handle the cold you know) and the annual bullshit call on the holidays where he, half drunk, starts bawling and saying how proud of us he is and how he can't wait to see us while my sisters and I roll our eyes and look to my mom for permission to hand the phone off. My younger, sycophantic cousin really admires the old fuck for some reason (likely cause he is an alcoholic already at age 22) and is basically an insufferable suckup when they are together, which appears absolutely ridiculous given all stated above. I don't know if I explicitly wish death upon him, because he doesn't greatly impact my life, but I would be completely ambivalent to hear of his passing. Ive had the good fortune of making it the first 28 years of my life with no deaths in my immediate/near immediate family, but if he is the first, so be it. Compounding that is the mention I had before of his nest egg. My mom grew up in a fairly rough area of Milwaukee. Not the hood that its transitioned to, but the low income, not pleasant sort of city life. My grandpa owned a fairly successful bar. He was also extremely frugal to the point of cheap. So while they scraped by, he was socking it away. Fast forward to now, my mom has become the executor of his will and she mentioned he's got assets of somewhere between $400-500K. So if there is anything he could do to finally help his family, it would be to just get on with leaving this corporal plain, cause $100K would absolutely change one of my uncle's lives for the better and be a nice chunk of change for my family and my other uncle. Oh, and Lindsay Lohan, I'm beyond tired of her saggy freckle tits and everyone then wanting to reminisce about her "glory days"
This thread would be so much better if we kept celebrities out of it. It's just going to be another pop-culture bash fest. We have the WDT for that. Personal stories are 10 times better and no one can be like "nu-uh!"
I'd rather not document my thoughts on this, in case I have to take matters into my own . . . .I mean, in case some unfortunate circumstance should befall anyone I name here.
I have wished my older (9 years older) sister dead for years. She has 4 children by two different fathers one of which she tricked into those kids. She has left her kids functionally retarded by their dependency on her. I once babysat them for a summer while she worked. I had to teach them to use a fork, sit at/set the table because she forced them to eat on the floor with either spoons or their hands because forks and knives were too sharp. We're talking a 10 year old, an 8 year old and a 5 year old at this point. Pretty sure they'll just poke themselves that once. She followed TI around the country for a little while leaving her three daughters (all under the age of 13) in the house by themselves and would have a friend look in on them from time to time as she had a business idea that she needed to convince this magical rapper of. Every house/apartment/living arrangement provided to her she fucks up by being a disgusting hoarder and having midnight brainstorms of painting walls red and then writing 'motivational' quotes in black on them. Finally she did die because of an untreated yet totally preventable heart condition. I think she had an undisclosed drug problem that she and my older brother kept it secret from everyone. It is the only thing that makes sense for her lack of teeth (rotted out) and her heart trouble. Her kids are fucked up and still functionally retarded. There is one of them that decided early on that it was all bullshit and focused on school as her outlet. She is the only one who has any chance. The other ones are too dumb to know how dumb they are. They want no help or advice, just money and it breaks my heart to tell them no.
The "wife" of my late brother. If I knew there would be no consequences, I would take the life from her with my bare hands and do it with a smile on my face. I have never known true hate until her. She used my brother as a meal ticket and strung him along for years with the promise of having a family together while she constantly cheated on him while he was deployed. She refused to move with him when he changed duty stations so she could, "be closer to my dad". Her parents wanted nothing to do with her and warned my brother and my family that she was a piece of shit and to stay away from her. What she was really doing was hoping on every swinging dick that came along while my brother worked his ass off wondering why his wife didn't want to be with him. He was in denial about what was happening and really tried his best to make it work, but she had no intention on sticking it out, just staying around and sucking whatever funds she could get from him. He was sent to Seattle for about 9 weeks for training and the weekend he was set to come home he asked her to come down and see him, a 3 hour drive, and she said she was too busy to come down. Two days later, he's hit by a drunk driver while walking downtown. All he wanted to do was spend time with her and she was too fucking busy. If she had come down, he never would have been out there because he didn't go out when she was around, they kept it at home or went to a friends house, but never downtown. She is just as much responsible for his death as the guy that is sitting in prison right now. I'm not even going to get into how she took my family name and dragged it through the mud and her behavior after he died. I swear, we really need The Purge to happen, just once.