My sister’s MIL had some momentos from their wedding in her china cabinet, little trinkets that were sitting on the tables. She said (in my sister’s presence) “Oh, those are from my son’s first wedding.”
Actually, they are divorced now.
Uh, you think? 
Well, she’s not my ex MIL, but there will be no tears shed by me at her funeral. Narcissistic, alcoholic, self-centered, manipulative bitch that she is…
The smart money is on the bucket of water.
My condolences on your loss.
Squeaker Snow, you need to know that seeking to find out when and how she died is Perfectly Normal.
The fact that it helps you to establish an alibi is besides the point. 
Okay, I snorted my coffee through my nose and now my sinuses are all weirded out.
You happy now?
Thanks for the laugh! 
Squeaker Snow: Feels so damned good when someone dies who heartily deserves it, doesn’t it? When I found out that the asshole that my mother married had died, I did a happy little jig. Then, when I found out that he died with ALS, meaning that the sonofabitch died slowly, painfully and fully cognizant of everything that was going on and couldn’t do a damned thing except lie there and soil himself, I was positively ecstatic.*
*I know full well that ALS is a horrible way to die, and I would never wish it on, or exult in it’s diagnosis for, any human being.
Someone who has destroyed a part of my life I can never regain died recently of recurring breast cancer.
I prayed for that - every night - so I am as guilty as she was of wrongdoing, I suppose. I always thought that when I heard the news, I’d be happy. Strangely, I wasn’t. I cried… not sure exactly why, but the exaltation was certainly lacking.
I hate her for what she took from me, but I mainly hate her for turning me into a monster who prayed for her painful death every night of the last 2.5 years.
I hope they let me sit by the water cooler in Hell.
VCNJ~
Dear VCNJ,
I can totally relate to what you are saying. There’s certainly nothing wrong with “letting loose” and having your say like I did, but, that said, I think that you are voicing very humane, very human concerns. I hope you find peace.
So lucky my boyfriend has wonderful parents - they remind me of my own parents and I know I can call on them in an emergency. In fact, more likely to call them than my own parents - Dad is often out of the country and Mum lives interstate.
Squeaker I’m glad to hear of your … I’m not sure what to call it, so I’ll go with revenge - living well.
Back in the ‘70s, Olof Palme, then Prime Minister of Sweden, campaigned actively to help pay for the defense of the terrorists who murdered Spain’s VP (risking several hundred childrens’ lives as well, which pissed people a lot more - after all, the VP was “in the line of fire” voluntarily; the children were not). He did it “as a private citizen”, but really, other than shit and pee, nothing a Prez does is “private”.
A few days after Palme was, in turn, murdered in a style often used by ETA’s boys, I ran into one of my parish priests. He was looking pretty bad and I managed to extract the following information (remember: so long as you say the sin but not the sinner, it’s not breaking the secret): in the three days since Palme’s murder, he’d heard confession from several dozen people, in most cases people who hadn’t had confession in years, and who were confessing “Father, when I heard of Palme’s murder, I thought ‘it’s what he deserves for defending murderers’”.
I told him “look at it this way: it was a bad thought, but those people are good enough to recognize it as such and repent.”
Same for you, {{{{{{VCNJ }}}}}}
And two wives.
Maybe a house landed on her. Oh wait, that was the good witch.
Never mind.
You sure?
there are some sick people in the world, and your ex-MIL sounds like one of them.
I got two of them when I married Dave. He was adopted and the bio-mom had an agency track him down.
Luckily for me, neither of the in-laws suck.
Nope, it was the bad witch’s equally nasty sister.
Hey, gang!
It’s Thursday and she’s still dead. They buried her yesterday. Anybody up for a party on her grave? I’ll bring pie…
Helpful hint: If you salt the earth over her grave, nothing will grow there.
Or you could plant some poison ivy.