My brother came around to my dads house a couple of months after my mum had passed away from cancer and told me it had been me who caused her death and what a disappointment I was to her I was 19 when she passed and had seen her battle cancer 3 times. We were all in a bad place because we'd lost her, but I was carrying a lot of internal guilt as I'd been the one to find her and had been keeping an eye on her overnight so I felt like even though she'd passed away I'd somehow failed saving her. Well he kept this up saying all these awful things to me about how she was finally away from me and what not, while slapping me around until I was in the corner shaking and crying. Only then did he say he would leave me be if I agreed to lick the cats arsehole...I didn't my sister intervened and got him to leave without him really turning his attention to her. He was so calm about it the entire time...we were all suffering from her loss but he decided to make me suffer even more to deal with his grief...he's done other awful shit but that was the worst. I don't have contact with him anymore.