Posted on 07/09/2021 5:49:43 PM PDT by simpson96
Two brothers destroyed their family home to stop their sister getting a cut of the estate left by their parents after claiming she 'killed their mother'.
Garry, 59, and Malcolm Taylor, 57, travelled from Hervey Bay in Queensland to Murtoa in regional Victoria to destroy the house left to them as inheritance the day before it went to auction in March, 2019.
The destruction, which was filmed by the brothers much to their 'amusement', was to rob their sister Kerrie, 61, of any money made as a result of the sale.
The Victoria County Court heard that the brothers were determined their sister 'wasn't going to get a cent' and that they would 'rather pull it down piece by piece' than share the money.
The Taylor brothers' 'renovations' of the home were the result of a years-long and 'deep seated' battle with their sister, who was the executor of their parents' estate.(snip)
The pair arrived at the mother's home on Thursday March 28 and began the destruction.
Malcolm graffitied 'Lois was murdered here' on her bedroom wall and sprayed the outline of a body on the floor, according to court documents. He denied any knowledge of the graffiti in court.(snip)
Malcolm then removed the water tank attached to the house and rolled it down the street while Garry filmed laughing.
They then took turns demolishing the house with the rented excavator, with the other filming when not using the machine.
At one stage Malcolm yells 'charge' as he rams the excavator into the wall of the home.
Both brothers laughed maniacally in court-released footage as they tore down the property.
Court documents alleged the brothers took selfies inside the destroyed home after they were finished.
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I’ve done them with both
Basements are problem for a dozer though
Yes, there is that
Old saying in estate planning is you never know your family until you have to share an inheritance with them.
Personally I lucked out on family. My parents would do anything for their kids but we were all responsible, self-sufficient and close. As my parents faced their declining years in their own home, my sister and brother lived close by while I lived 800 miles away. For years my siblings were there for my parents: taking them to doctors, mowing lawns, shoveling sidewalks, bringing them food, doing shopping for them, my sister even moved in with them during the last three years. There was little I could do from a long way away, though I did finance a renovation that moved their washer and dryer from the basement to the main floor and I came for weeks at a time when my sister was medically challenged herself. At any rate, the house was split equally among the three of us and I insisted my siblings take a larger share to compensate for their long service. My sister notified me of their conservative accounting for service and offered to let me examine and question the amounts but I told her I trusted her. The split was made and each got several thousand dollars more than me but I don’t regret it for a moment. I would have felt guilty taking an equal portion.
My parents died within a year of each other and I have a great relationship with my siblings. Fighting over money isn’t worth the loss of good family relationships but I was lucky enough that we were all honest and generous with each other and I never wondered if I was being cheated. We had a great example from my parents who cared for their parents in their declining years.
“THAT’s not an Excavator....”
As in “That’s not a knife...” (Which nobody seems to get.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWl8EbNN8NM
“to rob their sister Kerrie...” The two gentlemen have serious issues.
Catholic Exorcists deal with demons regularly and have learned that every family tree has a demon, including mine, which I remove by “deliverance prayers” and rosaries.
My parents passing was much the same. November 01 to April 02 they both passed. We seven cut it up seven ways. The furniture and cars were played for by dice games which we used to play as a family for $.25 cents a game. I won almost everything, but gave it to those who were most attached. It was fun, it was a great day/night and yes we drank a few beers. Mom and Dad taught us VERY well.
They must be very dense people.
if they’re not put in jail, she’ll own their houses....dumb asses....
When our mother died, my sister had died before her, so my brother and I gave her share to her two children. My sister and I had already agreed that our brother was also to get the house, in addition to his share of the money, because he had lived near our parents and did for them what was needed. None of us would have ever DREAMED of fighting over the estate. I know it’s fairly common to do so, but it’s a shame.
As a survivor of a disgusting estate war by the richest relative against the poorest (and most decent) one, I salute you.
I know how it can be. My favorite cousin won’t speak to her siblings, mostly because her father made her brother executor of his estate, which was very small, anyway. She was executor of her mother’s estate, and spent many hours cleaning and prepping, singlehandedly, for the sale of her property, and can account for every penny of her estate, all of which went to nursing home care for her mother, after she could no longer care for her mother in her home. But the bitterness was not just about money. My aunt did favor her younger sister throughout childhood, and the brother was very wild in his youth. So sad. So much energy wasted on bitterness.
No, not at all. After the estate was settled, I blocked her phone and removed all connections to her and her family. The relationship has ended.
Family dynamics. You tolerate a lot to keep Mom and Dad happy, and when they are gone, there’s no need tolerate it for one more day.
I do feel guilt sometimes, but cocaine, boats, cars, these are what mattered to her and her husband. People didn’t.
Funny things. A few years before the old man passed, I invited her and her husband to my home for a party. My Brother arrived, and two minutes later, he and his family were gone. I was in shock, but he couldn’t stand to be near her.
So a few years later, I convinced him to let the past go, and to go to our sisters home for a party. It’s now a running joke, I apologize to him for making him go to her house.
I think things could have mended in the days following the funeral, but all her husband could talk about at the funeral was getting my fathers money. It was a surreal experience, having a brother in law tell me he deserved my fathers money, the very day my father was buried. As he said the words, I thought of my father, with dirt being shoveled over him as we spoke. My sister and he were a perfect match.
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