He’s got a *great *driving record :rolleyes: - it’s not dinging me in any way.
But yeah. After about 10 years of me harassing them every year, them promising to take him off, and even sitting in their office while they manually deleted the name from my files, and then him showing back up again when the next bill came out… I just gave up. At this point, I’d have to hire a hacker to take care of it, because obviously their system does not give up on people’s names.
Not dead, but I’m getting mail from Travelers Insurance addressed to my ex-wife. Who’s never lived at this address.
I changed ONE item in my entire paper trail to my current address. I don’t want to mention who it is, but let’s just say it’s not a Bank of A Foreign Land, it’s a Bank of America-n origin, they sold my info without me being opted in.
The last time I pronounced the standard-by-now line “hope you have a good medium on the payroll, he died February 25th, 2000!” was this past January.
Yep, we’re reasonably sure Dad’s dead.
I understand Abuelita was still getting stuff addressed to Abuelito when I was in college. He died when I was three!
No death stories (thankfully), but my brother got a summons for me to do jury duty in his mail… where I’ve never lived. My brother called me and told me and asked me if I’d ever used his address… I hadn’t. I asked him to take it to work and explain (he works at the courthouse).
It goes the other way, too. Our very young son once got a credit card offer, in his specific name, with a guaranteed initial $10,000 credit limit. We had him write, in crayon, “No thanks, I’m just six years old” on the letter and send it back in the handy enclosed postage-paid envelope.
My father and mother handled the mail for my aunt and uncle, who passed away within a few months of each other. It’s been seven years and they still get the occasional catalog.
We bought our house 3 years ago. Before that it was owned by a church and used as the parsonage and the church offices.
Now I’m not surprised that I still get mail addressed to the church, but until this winter, I was still getting mail addressed to the church, sent by the same church, with my address as both the mailing address and the return address.
If they don’t know they aren’t in this house any more, how can I expect anyone else to?
This wasn’t years and year, only a few months, but I was helping out with my elderly Granny after my 90+ year old grandfather died. I went out and got the mail, and there was a letter from Spain! I opened it up and it was one of the funniest things I’ve read in my life. It was from a psychic who was writing to my grandfather telling him that “your guardian angel is having trouble finding your spirit” or some such nonsense. So the guardian angel had gotten in touch with the psychic for help!! (Which, of course, he needed, since Pappaw was dead and, apparently beyond the angel’s reach.)
It was an interesting letter in that it had a lot of Christian terminology like the guardian angel thing, talking about his spirit and soul, and comparing him to a saint, as well as a lot of more new-agey type wording like the psychic stuff and his aura. His aura, by the way, was a color that the psychic had never seen before, because only saints have that particular hue! It did a great job of trying to reel the reader in too, mentioning “that incident in 1994” and how the angel knew something about the relationship with your mother. I think there was even something like “once when you were sick, the angel was there taking care of you…”
Of course, the letter ended with something about “for just $35 we can help your guardian angel get in touch with you!”
That is just classic!
I’ve been tempted to send the credit card offers my dachshund’s gotten back with his paw print on them. Back when I was a kid I managed to register my dog (not this one) to register to vote in the next state over.
Not only do I get phone calls for my parents, both departed, but the sales people always manage to mangle the pronunciation of their last name. I have to believe I am speaking to someone in India when this happens, because the name is not that difficult to sound out. Some days this really annoys me, other times I just say things like “I’ll let you talk to my dead parents if I can talk to yours”. Just depends on the mood I’m in. And if they are interrupting my programs…
Sign up at optout.com – all the checks should stop, as well as offers for new cards. It works, and it works fast.
My father died in 1985.
My mom got a credit card offer for him last week.
While comparing dead parent stories, a buddy of mine shared the following story. His wife’s family had the same problem when his aunt-in-law died. None of the customer service reps knew how to close the account of someone who was deceased. His wife and cousins were getting too enraged by the frustration of escalating the issue to supervisors who were too stupid to fix it, so my buddy was the one who got on the phone because he was the only one who was still calm enough not to smash the phone.
At one point after being told yet again, “Only the account holder can close the account”, he answered, “Oh, just one moment then…” waited a minute and then spoke in a silly falsetto: “Hallooooooo, thiiiis is the ghoooooost of dear, dead Auuuuuuntie…” While his wife’s family thought it was hilarious, it still didn’t get them anywhere.
What did work was telling them that the ghost of dear dead Auntie sent him a message via ouija board. She was refusing to pay any more bills, so they might want to suspend her service and expedite the collections process. From there he got contact information for the collections department, talked to some idiot who escalated his call to a supervisor, and then he was able to get instructions for how to close out a decedent’s account.
As for Grandma’ getting stuff addressed to Grandpas: well into the 1970s, some credit card companies still required a married woman’s account to be in her husband’s name. Sometimes they were nice enough to put it as Mrs. John Smith. My grandma got mail for “John Smith” because that name was still on active accounts that were hers.
A couple of years ago, a collection agency called my mother, looking for my father. He’s been dead since 1971.
My mother gave them the address and phone number of the cemetery where he is buried and told them to contact him there.
So?
Get on the phone, & tell them to** stop it**.
I’m alive, & I got them to stop sending me checks that way.
My grandfather died in 1998 and still gets his monthly Union newsletter.
When my father died in 2005 I wrote to his various online accounts to let them know I was closing them due to his death. (He had given me his password so it was a simple matter to unsubscribe.) One company actually read the note I sent and wrote me a reply, which included my favorite quote ever, “We realize that you are grieving but do remember that time heals all wombs.”
How can you not get a giggle out of that?
whiterabbit: “He’s been dead for years!”
Zombie Ed McMahon: " I…know…come…to…ussssss"
YOU ARE BRAAAAINS, SIR!
HOH! HOH! HOH! HOH!
(I think I just creeped myself out.)
Same blessed thing when my mom tried to close my dad’s cellphone account after he died in 2003. Nobody at the company seemed to be able to grasp the concept that human beings die, following which they no longer require cell phone service, but become unavailable to cancel the service themselves. She went around in circles for a while before finding someone with two brain cells to rub together.