What's the weirdst thing you found when someone died?

[ferriswheel]

I was thinking of writing a diary. Something to help me figure out why i sabotage my weight loss success and why i tolerated the bad behaviour of my husband for so long.

I dont at all expect anything untoward happening to me but the idea of my inner most thoughts being read by whoever...

Anyway, have you ever found anything that you shouldnt have, but had to deal with because of the circumstances?

You reminded me, my Grandmother always had a bottle of holy water as well. She also sent us some shamrock every St. Patricks day, a little square in the soil in a pretty box. I loved receiving that.

I tripped up and threw out a sexy letter my ExH sent me years ago because I didn't want my kids reading that after I'm gone. They'd be weirded out if we were together but even more so when they don't even remember us as a couple.

My father's hair shirt. Hair scapular to be precise.

I've googled scapulars and they look a bit hip(py) and not all like the substantial square of very scratchy wool I found.

My father died when I was 18. The story had gone that he was adopted as a war baby, and we all accepted this.

After he died, my sister (a lawyer) and my uncle (a CoS minister) went through his papers, and discovered that my paternal grandmother (who we had assumed was his adoptive mother) actually was his biological mother, and his father was a Romanian immigrant (probably illegal), who came to Scotland between the wars.

As a result, my father had two surnames, but his mother (his actual mother, who we thought was his adoptive mother) registered him using a name that was neither hers nor the father's, but the name of her sister, who was killed in an accident in 1936 (my father's DoB was registered in 1938 - I don't know why nobody clicked...).

I've since been in touch with family I've discovered in Romania. I thought I was blandly dyed-in-the-wool Scottish, I'm a wee bit more exotic than I thought!

a metal safe with no key....took ages to break into it ...it had hundreds of boxed pens (taken from step mums work place)...not one of them worked!

Hmm, definitely rethinking the kegel balls I'd been seriously contemplating...

Gran loved to collect interesting natural items (fossils, rocks, wood obects) and kept them in a cabinet. When she passed, my uncle identified the weird little hairy rock she had had for years as a piece of asbestos .