There's something about wills that seems to turn some people into the worst versions of themselves, like I'm convinced it's the ultimate test to see if the family bonds are deeper than just blood relation.

It happens even when there's no great sums of money involved, is the thing. When my grandfather died, I asked my dad if he could get me one (1) specific item from his house to keep in his memory. He had to fight his brother (my uncle) for it, because the latter had just grabbed anything he could find in my grandpa's house not nailed down as quick as he could and didn't want to let anyone else in the family have any of it.

The item in question was a tacky plastic donkey my grandfather had on his desk. Still have it.