I would think it stands to reason that if a family member dies you would TELL THE FAMILY. But hey that’s just me. Sad to say, that has happened to me. not 1, not 2 but 3 EFFING times.
Apparently the way I am meant to find out such things is sitting at my desk at work and getting a call because SOMEONE ELSE SAW THE OBITUARY. Yep, way to drag down company productivity. “Sorry, I am unable to answer the phone right now because I am sitting at my desk crying because my Aunt died, I missed the funeral and didn’t even have the opportunity to show any support for my cousins who just lost their mother. Please leave a message at the sound of the beep.”
It gets better…
When I inquire as to why not just I, but others weren’t told, the answer is “I thought the boys were doing it.”
“The Boys” let me clarify are the children of the deceased (who are dealing with serious problems of their own). I am sure they had other things on their mind then calling EVERY MEMBER OF A HUGE FAMILY.
The solution to this problem, call your family “A$$HOLES” and go home and lay in bed for 24 hours crying. Get up, be pissed off and blog about it.
Don’t worry family, if YOU die I will be sure to tell everyone who reads my blog (*cough*justme*cough) that you died so they can be sure to turn up at you funeral.
BIG EFF U.