R.I.P. Uncle George

Uncle Ed called last night and Aunt Flo just called — evidently Uncle George died today. I don't know any more than that right now.

I suppose the self-anointed-saint youngest son will play this for all its worth. He's already conned some of the distant relatives out of hundreds of thousands of dollars; this ought to be good for even more.

I feel especially bad for cousin C, who, thanks to the little prick, has been alienated from his father and elder brother for several years. Maybe cousin G will come to his senses. Little M can continue to play his games til the cows come home, but he's burned his bridges and I hope people refuse to accommodate the little asswipe from now on.