A few years after I met my first husband (well, not a “legal” husband as gay marriage was illegal at that time so I couldn’t really call him a husband, in fact he was technically nothing but a boyfriend as even domestic partnerships were only a concept at the time and it would be decades before straight people would “allow” us to get married.) he had scheduled a visit with a salesperson from our local cemetery to come to our home. I was opposed to the visit since I was only in my 20’s and I felt that if we purchased a grave we were “putting the devil on the wall” as my mother used to say. Putting or painting the devil on the wall is essentially defined as having or offering a negative view of a situation. I just felt like Murphy’s Law would intervene and since we were about to own graves it wouldn’t be long before the universe would demand they be filled.
The cemetery lady came to our apartment and told us all about the advantages of purchasing graves while we were still so young. The thing is we did not have the money and couldn’t afford these damn graves, but my husband was insistent that we move forward with the purchase, and we did.
For the next decade or so, we made payments on these burial plots that we couldn’t afford and after the graves were finally paid off, we were visited again by our “friend” from the cemetery, and she promptly signed us up to pay for crypts and the opening and closing of the graves.
My fears about an early use of the graves were unfounded as of course I never died. My husband died about four years ago, but his death doesn’t really impact this story. Or at least not in a major way when it comes to these particular graves.
As I noted the graves were now paid off and we struggled to pay for the additional items and services we would need to bury us properly. It was sometime around this time that my mother-in-law (I say in-law but remember marriage isn’t legal, so I guess in the eyes of the law she was nothing to me) died. It was an unexpected demise, and we were all shocked. My husband made all the arrangements for his mother’s cremation with his sister interjecting every now and then, see she (my husband’s sister) and her mother had a falling out some years back and had never been friendly to each other, at least as long as I knew them, in fact my “sister-in-law” wouldn’t even refer to her mother as her mother, rather she would often ask my husband “How is your mother?” but she only did that to call attention to the fact and make it known that she and her mother were estranged for the most part. She was not shy about sharing her hatred for her mother which also included her younger sister (yet again another story). Most of the time she would ask this question whenever she knew my husband had either recently visited or been visited by their mother and generally, we’ll almost always, when other people were around so she could make herself the center of attention. My so called “sister-in-law” was quite the drama queen.
Now, as noted my sister-in-law had nothing really to do with her mother so when “mom” for a lack of better words, would visit us she was not allowed to stay with her daughter. My husband and I always had to host “mom”, entertain “mom”, and of course feed “mom” (and any other people that she would bring during her visits) while my sister-in-law would sit in her lavish home ignoring the fact that her mother had traveled in her car, driving for eight to ten hours to visit her children. So “mom” died, and “sis” did nothing other than work very hard to bring attention to herself, but again, as I have said in so many of my postings, this is another story, so I won’t go into it here. Just suffice to say that my sister-in-law was (and still is unless she has finally died too) a BITCH!
So “mom” was cremated however it turns out that my husband’s grandparents had purchased 6 graves sometime in the 1950’s and these had been given to my husband’s uncle. Well our uncle had already made arrangements for he and his wife to be buried and didn’t need the graves, so with Grandma and Grandpa already occupying two of the graves this meant that our uncle gave us four graves and the plans were that we (my husband and I would be buried in two of the graves, and that my husband’s mother and step-father (their ashes) would be buried in the other two graves. However my sister-in-law held so much animosity towards her mother that she refused to contribute financially in burying her mother and step-father and since my husband and I were rather “poor” we couldn’t afford to pay for the opening and closing and all the extras that would have gone along with burying his parents so his parents ashes remained in my home (my sister-in-law, of course wanted nothing to do with the ashes as she hated them as much as she hated her mother.) Okay remembering that we already had purchased two graves on our own, we now owned 6 graves. Now I should say that originally, there was a tree and a bush on two of the graves and my husband’s grandparents had wanted those to remain intact forever however over time the bush had died and now the two graves were occupied by a large tree that was also dying. The people at the cemetery told us that over time all the trees die because of all the digging and the tractors driving over their roots, they also said being buried under a tree was silly since “Everyone wants to be buried under a tree but there just isn’t enough room for that”, granted our grandparents had purchased the extra graves with the intent that some of their children (they had six kids) might use them and were hopeful that the existing foliage would remain forever but that just was not going to happen.
Now we have six graves. The two we purchased, the two given to us to where we (my husband and I) would be buried, and two where my husband’s mother and stepfather would be buried. Saving the tree was just not realistic.
My father died. We had no where for him to be buried unless we buried him at Arlington Cemetery as he was retired from the military (Arlington was just too far away) so my husband suggested that we give our two extra graves to my mother and father. My mother didn’t have the funds necessary to purchase graves and bury my father so giving my parents this gift only seemed the proper thing to do. My husband made all the arrangements, and my father was now buried in the grave that I was supposed to occupy. However, another snafu was occurring as it turned out my mother hated the graves we had gifted my parents. Originally our graves were located far from where people would park their cars as they visited their lost loved ones but my husband, being the good-hearted man he was, and obviously before my father had been buried, had worked with the cemetery to move our graves closer to the street so my mother, who had difficulty walking far distances and relied on a walker, wouldn’t have so far to walk. The only reason the graves were moved was to make life easier for her when she visited my father. My mother shared her feelings about the graves’ new location with everyone but myself and my husband.
My older brother whom I’ve written about in several of my postings and I think I’m even rehashing this story at the moment, decided that the graves I had given my parents were not good enough because of the location and my mother’s constant bitching about the location. She just didn’t like it being so close to the road and it wasn’t under a tree. It had to be under a tree. So my brother had my father exhumed and moved to another grave that my mother’s insurance purchased (it should be noted my parents were buried under a tree that is now long dead, so they are no longer buried under the “prized” burial location that everyone desires). He had to get my permission to move my father as he is not my father’s son, rather a stepson. My father was moved to his new grave which left us again with the two graves that we had originally gifted to my parents. Since we still didn’t need six graves, we decided that we would sell the two that we purchased, and eventually bury his parents and their graves and then he and I would be buried eventually in the other graves. Made a lot of sense.
We put the two graves for sale in our local newspaper for a couple thousand dollars and they were purchased within a week. The absolute irony of this story is that my father’s best friend purchased the graves. So he and his wife would be buried where my mother and father were supposed to have been buried. Small world!
Two decades passed and my husband and I own the graves that his grandparents had purchased so many years before and we never really thought anymore about burying his parents, that is until the day my husband died of heart failure. That’s when the graves became important to me again. I had four graves and I buried my husband in one of them. While I was working with the cemetery people to make the arrangements the lady that worked in the office asked me what I was going to do with the other two graves, and I told her we had talked about burying my husband’s parents there, but his grandparents who originally owned the graves really wanted the trees and bushes to stay where they were forever. The cemetery lady laughed and expressed that keeping the tree was impossible. She said every time a digger drove over the roots, the trees were damaged. Those trees would be pulled out anyway. That’s when the cemetery lady repeated herself and said “Everybody wants to be buried under a tree, but there aren’t enough trees and even when there are trees they eventually die.” The only difference here was that the original two graves that had belonged to my husband’s grandparents were purchased with the intent of keeping the trees, however, being realistic, my husband’s uncle realized that it made more sense to bury his sister along with her husband. But that never happened. The cemetery lady told me that I should consider selling the graves, and expected I would realize approximately a couple thousand dollars for these graves.
I of course paid for everything to bury my husband. My sister-in-law sat with me and I insured that her concerns were met as well. Even though she didn’t pay a dime. At my sister-in-laws request made sure that we had a religious person come speak at my husband’s eulogy even though I knew my husband would despise this as he and I are both atheists. However, I decided that I would let my sister-in-law have things her way in some of her desires as she loved her brother, and like I, was in mourning. I even let her pick out the announcements and the poem that was included in the announcements.
While we were sitting there discussing our options for burying my husband, I asked my sister-in-law if she wanted the two additional graves that were supposed to have been for her mother and stepfather and she said no, she and her husband had already made previous arrangements, they were being buried next to her husband’s parents and it was a done deal. So then I suggested that perhaps we go in halves and bury her mother and stepfather. My sister-in-law looked at me and said “I already buried her once, I’m not going to bury her again.” This surprised the hell out of me as my sister-in-law had not even paid a dime for her own mother’s burial leaving everything up to her brother to handle, so how could she claim that “she” already buried her mother once before and for that matter I did more to bury her mother than she had done. I guess she forgot that I was there while my husband worked so hard making his mother’s arrangements while my sister-in-law did nothing to help him. But now when I offered to pay half to open and close the graves for her parents and purchase a marker she would not do it.
Having no other options and determined to keep the graves as long as the tree remained as to keep my husband’s grandparents wishes, I mentioned to my sister-in-law that the cemetery lady told me I could make a couple thousand dollars if I sold them. Mind you I had no intent to sell them, however, my sister-in-law responded in her typical manner and rather forcefully she stated “You are not selling those graves you are giving them to me”. I should have known better than to tell her about the potential of money being earned for these graves, however I never thought in my entire life that she could be so shallow as to put a couple thousand dollars before our relationship. However, that’s what she did.
She called me week after week after week after my husband died and in almost every voicemail asked me if we could get together and sign over the graves. She was very kind in the beginning calling me her favorite brother-in-law which was something she had referred to me almost the entire 38 years I had been with my husband. However, I never called her back because I did not want to deal with her ever again. I had told my husband prior to his death, that if he ever did die I would never have anything to do with her again and that was my intent. She had always been, for a lack of better words, a bitch to me, only being friendly when she wanted or needed something.
You can imagine my surprise when I received a call from the cemetery one day that my husband’s uncle went to their office and attempted to have the graves illegally signed over to my sister-in-law and not even to himself, which would have made more sense since he originally owned the graves, but he was working in the interests of his favorite niece. The cemetery lady told my husband’s uncle that the graves were deeded to me, luckily at some point during the 20 or so years that we own these graves, my husband had added my name to the deeds. I don’t think it would matter anyway since we were legally married. I believe that these had automatically become my property, however, whether they did or didn’t, my husband wanted me to have them.
So here my sister-in-law and my husband’s uncle contrived this plan to play dumb and with fingers crossed, hoped that the cemetery would have been too stupid to realize that these graves were owned by someone else and would have just blindly signed them over.
You see, I was willing to give these graves to my sister-in-law prior to her saying no she didn’t want them because she had made other arrangements. Of course, when she refused to bury her mother and stepfather and then also insisted that I simply give her the graves because she found out the value there was no way I would give her those graves ever. She was just being a rich greedy bitch. I wasn’t going to sell them because I was not going to profit and have her forever tell everyone that that was my goal when I had been so generous to her. Her greed had only escalated in the weeks to follow as I was thrratened and bombarded with evil texts and voicemails left by her, her own husband, and her uncle.
I still have the voicemails on my phone. Voicemails of my sister-in-law calling me a “Piece of Shit”, voicemails from her uncle who had actually attended my wedding referring to my husband, my partner of 38 years, as “your friend”, in which he said things like “You will NEVER be buried next to your friend because I will dig your fucking ass up”. (Note, “your friend” because apparently I was no longer considered family.) This is just a small example of how I was treated.
I was angry and I attacked back. My attacks were a bit more public as I shared my thoughts on Facebook so I wasn’t surprised when my sister-in-law hired a lawyer and had me hit with a cease and desist. After she had harassed me for weeks and encouraged others to harass me, when I returned the favor I got served. I was so angry. She was my sister-in-law for as long as I could remember, 38 years! (if my husband were still alive it would be about 42 years now), yet she turns her back on me over two lousy graves.
I tell you what hurts more than anything is that people I considered family for decades could be so evil and callous. They dismissed my relationship out of greed and now my husband lays alone in a cemetery some 1,937 miles from where I currently reside. Their actions more or less caused me to pursue other employment opportunities or as my current husband says, I let the bitch drive me away from where I lived my entire life.
My sister-in-law has money, she doesn’t need anymore wealth and in fact, while she never knew this, my ringtone for her when she called me was “Rich Girl”. Perhaps she deserved the graves since she is a blood relative of my husband’s grandparents but these were left to me and I was legally married to my husband so as with any marriage we shared ownership but it turns out that when my “STRAIGHT” in-laws were tested as to how much they believed I was truly part of the family…they failed. I will forever wonder if my husband and I were a straight couple if there would have been the same push to take my property by whatever means. I think my sister-in-law felt that if I kept the graves that they weren’t truly in the family anymore. But guess what? It was her big mouth that caused me to resist giving a rich woman additional assets to add to her ever growing list of wealth. As such I contacted poor (or poorer) members of my husbands family to offer them the graves for free. Not a single person I contacted wanted the graves stating they either already had arrangements or they were being cremated so literally no one, except for the rich woman that didn’t need them and didn’t care about them prior to learning the value, wanted the graves.
However this didn’t stop my sister-in-law from continuing her harassment. You see, around the time all of this was happening, one of the poorer members of the family had passed away as well from the same heart condition my husband suffered. Unknown to my sister-in-law I had already talked to her family after finding out that she had passed and again they told me they didn’t need the graves as they had already made arrangements for this cousin to be cremated. I didn’t go to this cousin’s viewing although I really wanted to but my sister-in-law had already bad-mouthed me to all of the family members of substance. See she had little to do with those in her family that are not on the same or near the same income plateau.
As I noted I did not go to the viewing or funeral of the cousin that had just passed away but my sister-in-law did and after she left she sent me a text and said “I hope you are happy! Because of you my cousin had no where to be buried!” Wait a minute??? Weren’t these graves supposed to be preserved forever because there was a tree there? Now you are willing to forego maintaining the graves forever because one cousin has died and at the same time acting as if she would have been generous enough to turn them over to someone else when she would not profit. No, even if I had given these graves to her she would never have just given them away, not without making a profit. My further had the nerve to text me that she had shown everybody in her family my texts to her so they would all know what a true piece of shit I was.
After receiving these texts I contacted the sister of the woman who had just died and told her I was confused because I had asked her if she needed the graves and she said no but now my sister-in-law was saying because of me that the family had no where to bury her deceased cousin. The sister of the deceased woman responded that my sister-in-law had lied. She (the sister of the deceased woman) said that my sister-in-law made an appearance, spoke to a few people and left. She told me that my sister-in-law had not talked to anyone in her family about the graves in anyway shape or form.
Later I received another email from another of my husband’s uncles, one that had run-ins with my sister-in-law and he told me that he had heard about the “crap” that my sister-in-law was putting me through and that he was very sorry that she was doing this to me but assured me that I would always be part of the family. That said, he has not responded to any of my texts or emails following the receipt of his consoling outreach.
I still had three graves. One that I would one day occupy, however my sister-in-law and her supportive uncle made it clear that they would never allow me to rest in peace next to my husband. And the remaining two where my husband’s mother and stepfather were supposed to be buried, the graves with the coveted tree. I believe that over the years the intent and reason all of the graves were given to me and my husband became obscure. People simply didn’t remember the “tree” thing until it became convenient. I mean, if the graves weren’t meant for my mother-in-law and her husband then why in the world were they given to us in the first place? I know and I remember very clearly because my husband and I discussed on many occasions that we would one day bury his mother and stepfather when we had the money, however, we could never afford it. After my husband passed I had to use my 401k money to bury him so as I noted I offered to my sister-in-law that we could split the cost, this is how much I felt like part of the family. Even though I had no obligation to bury my mother-in-law and her husband I was still offering to pay half and as I noted my sister-in-law responded that she had buried her once and would not do so again.
So here I had this greedy rich side of the family that continued to insist I give them the graves, despite having made it clear to me that they didn’t need them and only wanted to preserve the tree forever, the tree that the cemetery lady had already assured me would one day in the near future, be removed, and at the same time I had poor family members on my husband’s side, that could have really used the graves, and not for profit, but really use them, but knowing the exorbitant costs associated with burials had either already made cremation arrangements or weren’t concerned at this point in their lives what would happen to their bodies after they died. No one wanted the graves other than the rich ones.
I donated the graves to a charity which I had already told some of the poorer family members that I had resolved to do and would not give the graves to my sister-in-law and I certainly would not allow my greedy sister-in-law to further spread rumors that I was keeping the graves to “profit” when that was the furthest from the truth. Now, no one has the graves unless, when my charity auctioned off the graves, my sister-in-law “paid” to get them back however, this is unlikely, unless she somehow manipulated the members of my charity or paid less than they were worth, I don’t believe she would have purchased them because she was too shallow and greedy, and other than the additional dollar signs that one could almost see in her eyes, she truly had no sentimental reasons for wanting the graves. I mean any woman, especially one of means, that would refuse to assist in the burial of her own mother, despite being offered a 50% contribution towards that burial has no interest in family or the needs of her family. In other words. “KA-CHING!”