So, here's my day.
I decided to go to the funeral of my landlord who shot himself on Monday. Since nobody was talking to me, I found out the times online.
Today, at about noon, I got a call from the daughter asking me to check on her mom because she heard there were ambulances there. Sure enough, there were. Two of them and 3 cops cars.
I go outside to find her wrestling with 4 deputies as they strapped her down in the gurney.
Turns out, she got very drunk. Today was not only the funeral of her husband but also the birthday of her son who died last year. Since she isn't capable of handling much, she got plastered and freaked out so badly a neighbor called the police to do a welfare check.
While the police were there, she said she was going to bring a gun to the funeral and also kill herself. They detained her and she's being held on a 72-hour psyche eval.
I went to the funeral. The daughter, step-daughter to the landlord, did not. Seems his final wish was that she never go to his funeral. Okay....
At the funeral home, there were SWAT and a bunch of cops. They took this drunk old woman's threats literally so they beefed up security and put the local schools on lockdown. So this small town of about 2000 people was on a soft lockdown for a few hours this afternoon.
At the funeral, his children from another marriage, who were all older than myself were very appreciative of all I'd done for him over the years. Seems he spoke very highly of me.
But they were glad the wife didn't show up. Nobody liked her at all. Even some of her family were there and they didn't like her. Crazy.