My condolences, @Emptyandsad .
I'm sorry that you're going through this yet again at this time of year. Planning a funeral never gets any easier and I can see from your posts how much your sister means to you.
Had planned to have a much more positive Christmas, but didn't really pull it off. Scotland is getting ready to go bonkers for Hogmanay/New Year, so I have that to get through and then DH's anniversary which weirdly encompasses two days - the actual day and then the official date because of when the paramedics called it.
Immediately after that, there's Orthodox Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, so I'll have to contact Dad's side of the family. (They were all very good and sent me messages for our Christmas Day.)
I'm supposed to have an online language lesson on O.C.E., but my teacher - understandably - asked me to reschedule, so that'll be the end of that week.
I'm not really seeing people over the season - I've found that if you don't have immediate family, you're pretty much left to your own devices. As I said upthread, I think I'd have been okay had my relative not put his foot in it.
That kind of awkwardness runs in the Scottish side of the family, mainly on the male side - it was very obvious in some of my great-uncles and uncles. The first formal diagnosis - apart from my OCD - was when my cousin's son was diagnosed with Asperger's (as it was then called).
Like his dad (my maternal uncle) he's very quiet but also very bright. He taught himself to play chess as a child. He's not very sociable outside his immediate family but is a very successful electrical engineer.
It's only now that I'm old that I understand that some of the men on the maternal side got through life by self-medicating with alcohol.
The exception was the great-uncle who bought a field, built a 'hut' (actually a bothy - not sure whether he had permission) and planted a garden round it, and had a small illegal coalmine which he used to supply the fuel for the fireplace in his bothy. (He was a colaminer and knew just where to dig. I gather that the seam was pretty close to the surface. Where he lived, you either hit coal or peat.)
He lived with my grandparents but would repair there whenever the house got too noisy for him. While I was away at uni, he had a Shetland pony which used to go into the bothy with him and curl up in front of the fire.
Anyway, I'm meandering.
I know what you mean about the bureaucracy, @Hisredipad - I hadn't settled DH's estate until about 18 months had passed.