Tuesday, October 12, 2021

The First Year Elapses: Sweet Sue

Hard to believe it's been a year and five days since my friend Susan died. And one would hope that the last blog post would have been THE LAST blog post wherein I detail her widower showing his ass. Alas, you know how that old quote goes about "Those who feast upon hope..." do (they die fasting). 

So where we left off with the widower, like any true, malignant narcissist, he worked his way through all the contacts in Susan's cell phone, attempting to both, try to control the narrative, as well as try to put the squeeze on everyone for money, presumably for her funeral expenses (which we all know Susan's 87 year old mother on a fixed income paid for everything).

So it's been a year, and Susan's mom paid to have a headstone put on the grave, with "Susan K." No last name, as she is interred in the family plot. This detail incensed The Asshole (who didn't pay for funeral expenses, nor did he pay for the cemetery expenses). The bee in his bonnet is because HIS last name was not on the headstone.

Rather than just let it go, he decided TO SPITE her mom, he's going to pay to have Susan's body, as well as the body of their infant who died, dug up and moved elsewhere. One would assume if he is going to all this trouble, it would be to have the bodies buried elsewhere, at an inconvenient distance, so that Susan's mom can't visit the grave. This is where you and I, dear reader, would be wrong.

He is going through the trouble to obtain the proper permit necessary, as well as the expense to dig up the bodies; however, this is where it gets even crazier: he is having them buried elsewhere WITHIN THE SAME CEMETERY.

Fortunately for me, after last year's attempt at shaking me down for money, I blocked him from communicating with me further; however, I am in contact with Susan's cousin who keeps me updated on what's happening out with Susan's kids and her mom. 

Despite Susan's mom owning the deed to the family plot, Susan's widower is technically her next of kin, and is well within his right to do whatever he wishes to do with the bones. 

Fortunately they live in a relatively small town where everyone knows everyone else, and either the owner of the funeral home or the manager of the cemetery is a friend of Susan's cousin, hence we know where the bodies will be moved. 

Even in death he continues to control Susan. Even in death he continues to be a raging asshole. 

One of my dad's favorite sayings was, "Don't go away mad--JUST GO AWAY." This asshole refuses to realize no one wants him around--and this includes his own family (who, mercifully for them, live on another continent).

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