There are brain-dead liars, thieves, morons, assholes and idiots running this bank; I don’t want to name names but their initials are BB&T.
Here’s the situation… My mom died in August 2010. She had a will but it seems to have “disappeared”. Legally, she died intestate. In NC, when this happens, the surviving spouse is entitled to 1/3 share of the property and the surviving children are entitled to an equal share of the remaining 2/3.
Well, three weeks after her death, my step-dad secretly goes to the bank and borrows 60k against her free-and-clear house (only her name is on the deed) which has a market value of 145k. My math skills are weak but even I know this is in excess of his 1/3 share of the value. Also, only his signature is on the loan papers. If others (the children) have a share in the property, they would have to sign for the loan too. In other words, BB&T made a loan without the knowledge or consent of all share holders; a title search was never performed.
Fast forward to 2012… my step-dad eats a 20 gauge shotgun (no great loss except for the poor shotgun shell) and we find out all this about the house loan by going through the papers while cleaning out the house. I get volunteered to open my mom’s estate and contact BB&T with a copy of the deed (with only my mom’s name on it), a copy of her death certificate, a copy of the loan agreement, a copy of the last loan statement, a copy of step-dad’s death certificate and a copy of my letters-of-administration. I also included a nicely worded letter stating that unfortunately, BB&T, you have made an improper loan and now must bite the bullet (like my step-dad did, ha!) and cancel this loan because you have no proper financial instrument giving you any claim to the property, thank you very much.
I sent all this to the CEO, (I don’t want to use initials but his name is KK) thinking to crack the nut by going to the head honcho. Well, of course, it’s handed off to an underling (I don’t want to use initials but his name is MT) who calls me and lets me know they will turn the matter over to their legal department for review. I start to smell the BS as he keeps repeating he will “reach out” to me.
In a few days, I get a nicely worded letter from BB&T that basically says, your step-dad had an interest in the house so screw you.
I filed a complaint with the NC commissioner of banks whose stated purpose is, “promoting and maintaining the fairness of the North Carolina financial services marketplace through the supervision and regulation of financial service providers” and they did an investigation through another BB&T underling (again, I don’t want to use initials but her name is MW) and sent me BB&T’s nicely worded response to it… the step-dad had an interest in the house so screw you.
Three different attorneys (pro-bono) have reviewed the documents I have prepared and ALL state that BB&T hasn’t a prayer in hell of making this stick. It would seem that we are all headed to court.
Notice that in the Pit I have not used any profanity… my rage is far too encompassing for trivial swearing; I have developed ulcerative colitis from the stress of this situation. So, BB&T, I would “reach out” to you. If it were in my power, I would infest all of your minions connected with this matter with the most hideous diseases known to humankind. If it were in my power, I would have every A-10 in the USAF to make an attack run on every branch of your bank utilizing a full ordinance load while you watch staked out on an ant hill with your eyelids cut off and your delicate parts covered with honey. If it were in my power, I would find legions of crack heads who will go medieval on you working you over with pliers and a blowtorch. If it were in my power, I would then toss your still living carcasses into a pen of wild hogs that haven’t eaten in over a week and delight in the cries of despair that blubber out of your mouths as your final thoughts are that all that you are now and all that you are going to become in this life and in the life to come is a few pig turds. Then I would fall to my knees and beg the pigs for forgiveness in making putrid, malodorous, foul, offensive, rancid offal like you pass through their digestive tracts.
The end.