A favorite priest of mine always told us death brings out the worst in people.
I think he was right.
Well, that's certainly true in our family. These two women are DIL's, their husbands are like putty in their hands.
I was so proud of my husband for standing up to them yesterday. "They" had decided they didn't want our Priest to officiate at the funeral because he hadn't spent enough time with the family during the final hours.
I had heard them discussing it shortly after FIL passed when we were standing in the hall to give the boys and their mother some time alone, and told him about it when we got home from the Care Center after FIL's passing.
When the funeral director was walking us thru the list of decisions to be made yesterday, when the Presiding Official topic came up, Hubby spoke up before 'they' could get their licks in. From the tone of his voice, it was very clear that they were going to have a real fight on their hands if they suggested anything else. He made his forceful (to put it mildly) statement, his Mother nodded, and that was the end of it all. Both women had total looks of disgust on their faces.
If I hadn't overheard their earlier conversation and alerted him to their plans, heaven knows what would have happened.