My f-i-l died two days ago. He was in the ICU for 2 wks and it's been very stressful for everyone. husband flew up and visited for a few days, was able to get his father to squeeze his hand, etc. As you can imagine, difficult child is acting up more than usual, won't let us talk on the phone... I was on the ph with-my b-i-l this a.m., listening to him describe the decision to pull the plug, how heart wrenching it was, and difficult child is in my face, talking, yanking the ph cord, etc. Then difficult child insists he took his pill when I KNOW he didn't and now it's almost noon so if I make him take it now, he'll never sleep all night. He started to earn stars (he earns 1 for ea task, ie clear table, brush dogs, etc) but this a.m. decided to argue that he needed 2 stars for ea task and of course, took advantage of the fact I was on the ph. I offered to write the obit, but no one is in charge of my f-i-l's body... he was going to donate it to the Univ medication school but he was in such bad shape, they don't want him! He's been in the hospital morgue for 2 days with-no decisions made. Ack! (I actually went through this with-a cousin who couldn't or wouldn't make a decision about her husband and I had to call the morgue in NYC every day to beg them to keep the body just a while longer.) Now my other b-i-l is trying to make arrangements and I can't send out the obit until I have a legal entity tagline and I can't concentrate with-missiles being thrown about difficult child bedroom... it's a mess. difficult child has broken nearly everything that was returned to him in the last wk. It's SO disheartening. husband went to church--I hate it when he does this on Sun mornings... there is nothing for difficult child to do and I think husband should take him to the children's svc, but he says he can't get him up in time. Whatever. I went for a walk in the rain, just to save my sanity. difficult child is sitting in the LaZboy with-a bowl of cereal like a dictator. (In fact, I think he was on the cover of Parade Magazine 2 wks ago on the top 20 list). I gave him a list of things to do--he's not going to earn any stars with-this list... just the privilege of not being sent to his room ALL day. Most of the list is simply cleaning his mess. He yelled, "I'm not doing any of that!" Of course. What did I expect? It's just that when there's a crisis, Ggf always gets worse... it's like some electrical thing in the air, you know? Thanks for listening.