A good friend of mine died about 2:00 am Tuesday. She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer on July 4th, and after her second round of chemo had developed pneumonia. The hospital kindly added a couple of staph infections, and after 6 days on a respirator the family decided to take her off of it. She died about 18 hours later. In a way this was a blessing, because the cancer had spread to her lungs and lymph nodes - she had a long, painful, expensive and ultimately fruitless battle ahead of her.
I received the call at about 4am. I wasn’t able to get back to sleep, but waited until 7 to start making phone calls to our friends. (At the request of her family) One of the people I called hung up on me after I told her the news. I thought that was rather rude, but I understand that people don’t always behave at their best under stress.
At a little before 8am, the woman who hung up on me showed up at my deceased friend’s apartment, where her two sisters and two family friends were staying. Less than 6 hours after my friend died, while her sisters are still in shock, this running sore told them that she had given my friend a ring a few years ago and could she have it back? And stayed there until they found a ring she said was it. She then took it and left.
You useless mannerless fuckwit. I could have understood if you waited a few days and brought up the ring. But couldn’t you have even waited until her body was fucking cold? Her family was in shock, she had seemed to be doing well, and you are so fucking ill-mannered and greedy you can’t even wait until they had planned the cremation and memorial service. Oh hell no, you classless fucking bitch, you had to hang up on me - not because you were upset, but because you had to jump into your fucking clothes and your fucking car and get over there to demand a ring no one has any idea if you even gave her.
I am ashamed to admit I know you. I am embarassed to admit I serve on the executive board of an organization with you. I am fucking sorry you were ever born. I am horrified that your useless son and his spineless wife live with you while popping out a kid every year, because it means you are teaching these kids to be just as classless and mannerless and unfeeling as you are.
I hope that fucking ring means a lot to you. Because of your asshole actions in getting it, you have lost a lot of friends. Fortunately my friend’s family has enough class to shrug it off, while referring to you as “my preciousssssssssssest”.
Fuck you with a rabid porcupine, backwards, for bringing more hurt to a family that was already up to their limit in hurt.
I hope that ring rots your fucking finger.