Did he bake wonderful kugels and pastries and, after all guests were predictably stuffed, stand in the middle of the room, raise his arms and wail, “Why isn’t anybody eating?”
No, he just worried about everything, and he let everybody know it.
For example, he thought that I was out to take him for everything he had when my brother died. He
refused to believe that I was uninterested in his belongings and his fortune. In the meantime,some
cute-butt bimbo guy took him for all his (and my brother's) jewelry and disappeared.
At the time, Bryan had gotten a job in England, and we thought we were going to be living there, but
the company transferred him back to the USA after he turned the English company around and got it
profitable again.
We never told "Gary" that we returned. Couldn't stand his whining and pushiness.