My stingy uncle died about 20 years ago, and left all his money to the monks at Belmont
He had always been stingy. He lived with my other uncle and aunt, none of them married, and all in the house they were born in. My poor aunty cooked and cleaned for them both, with no thanks. Neither of the brothers spoke to each other much, communicating through my aunt. The stingy one ate in the living room on a mahogany table with a tablecloth etc. The uncle with a heart of gold and no money sat at a formica table in the kitchen - no tablecloth.
Stingy uncle had a leather chair in the living room, and kept all his lemonade, chocs, biscuits locked up in a wardrobe in his bedroom. When we visited, he would ask if we wanted a glass of lemonade, and he would take a glass up, fill it and bring it back down!!! He had a dog that nobody dared stroke, that he gave chocolate to, and slept on my aunt's bed. We all used to joke that when he died he would leave his money to the dog's home.
Kind uncle would give us lollipops, and stop his bread van in the middle of the traffic to speak to us.
When my aunt died, stingy uncle got his own flat, and lived there until he died, leaving not a penny to his poor brother who had struggled most of his life, and carried on living in the family council home.
We were shocked to find that he had left £90,000 to the monks (he never went to church), just so that none of us got his money. My dad tried to get some money for the kind brother so that he didn't have to struggle so much ( my dad always tried to help him, and we didn't need stingy uncle's money anyway) But he had stressed in his will where the money was to go.
How bitter and twisted was that?
