I became the Blacksheep of the family last week. My last grandparent died and I refused to go to her funeral.

She was a fucking asshole to everyone. I heard about every relative rewriting history and nominating her evil spawn self for sainthood.

I wouldn't dishonor my hatred of her evil. My wife went and thought I was being cold. She never knew her. My Bro-in-law knew her and we both toasted the witches exit from earth, thus making it a better place.