Usually when I told someone that my parents are dead, it would be to get out of something I didn't want to do when I didn't have a legitimate excuse and didn't want to bother thinking up a believable one, which is what made it all the worse to tell people that my folks were killed in a car crash.
While trying to clean up the spray from said shit fanning, I have to deal with credit card companies. It usually takes about 20 minutes to speak to a live person. Which is why I was so angry when the first person I spent 20 minutes getting a hold of patched me back to the automated system.
Boscov's Credit Card Representative: "And are you the executor of Jean Good's will?"
Goody: "I believe so, I'm her son."
BCCR: "Well unless you're the executor, we can't do anything."
Goody: "Ok, I'm the executor."
BCCR: "We can't do anything unless we know you are."
Goody: "I could have just said yes before, you couldn't tell if I was lying or not."
BCCR: "Well I'll just make a note here."
Goody: "Ok, is that going to do anything?"
BCCR: "It lets us know that she passed."
Goody: "A payment is due monday, will we be charged a late fee if it's not in?"
BCCR: "I can't discuss the finances with you unless you're her executor."
Goody: "This week I buried both of my parents and my little sister is in a coma from a car crash that happened on the way home from her college graduation, but this phone call is by far the worst thing that has every happened to me."
