Ok, since I've caught up on most of the questions. I'll go into the strange circumstances of my father's death.
First off, it was investigated and it isn't possible that Drew killed my father. I'm not saying he wouldn't have wanted to, the time to go from Michigan to Cheyenne, Wyoming makes it impossible. As kids Drew did talk about maybe putting poison mushrooms on dad's pizza. The most creative idea Drew thought of was to get dad to ingest the sap from milkweed plants that grew in the yard. Apparently Drew was onto something, according to wiki:
"Milkweed also contains cardiac glycoside poisons which inhibit animal cells from maintaining a proper K+, Ca+ concentration gradient.[citation needed] As a result many natives of South America and Africa used arrows poisoned with these glycosides to fight and hunt more effectively. Milkweed is toxic and may cause death when animals consume 10% of their body weight in any part of the plant."
Can't imagine he'd have been able to get dad to eat 18-20 lbs of the stuff.
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Anyway back to the actual death of my father. He died through C02 asphyxiation from a clogged wood burning stove pipe. This also started a fire. The body charred body was removed before being completely consumed. The remains were identified by the landlord. The Fire Marshal assured me that it was an accidental death and there was no way someone could have intentionally started the fire and that the body wasn't damaged to the point that it wasn't identifiable.
Three days after my father's death I get a call from a man that claimed to be an old college friend of my dad's named Don Morasco. Morasco told me that he had received in the mail an envelope from my father that contained the keys to a car, a key to a storage locker and an article on how to clean the exhaust pipe of a wood burning stove to prevent a fire and the accumulation of CO2. (I called the Fire Marshal about this and I #### you not, he still insisted it was an accident).
Morasco said my dad had owed the landlord back rent. So the landlord was starting a lawsuit to claim my dad's possessions to pay the debt. Morasco said he wanted to collect the possessions and give them to my brothers and I. But to do so, he needed us to sign a legal document releasing our rights to the property and giving him permission to claim them.
The storage locker and the car were filled with all of my dad's possessions. And he had just paid on the renter's insurance on the place so he wasn't planning to move. Morasco then secretly tries to files some legal paper work that would make him the heir to any insurance and pension money of my dad's. I think it was the friend of the court or someone like that, that gave us a heads up on the attempt to screw us over. Eventually a settlement was reached and Morasco got half of the possessions and money.
My dad's parent's wanted to take care of the funeral. So we arrive at the grave site. There's no casket, no urn, just a hole. A UPS man comes up to me and asks me to sign for the package he is carrying. It was a cardboard box containing my dad's ashes. My grandfather grabs it and drops it into the hole. then the Pastor started the ceremony. It was so ridiculous I found it funny. It was like they were burying their mail.
About a decade later my Grandfather dies, and once he was gone my Grandmother has started saying that she believes my father is still alive.
I didn't know all those facts.
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"Thanks for the candy." and pass me by.
I don't know where to start with my questions, T&P for you and your loved ones.
