So my grandpa died but he was kind of a dick so I don't feel bad, but I feel bad about not feeling bad.

My dad was adopted and my grandpa never treated him or me or my sisters like family. When my grandpa moved a few years ago my dad was helping him go through old stuff and he found a photo album. He asked my dad if he wanted the album "even though it's not your real family".

He willed all his money to the church years ago which is now going to pay my grandma a stipend to live off of. He was a ruthless businessman who made a lot of money by destroying his competition without compunction.

I don't miss him, but I feel terrible anyway.

My dad is trying to guilt trip me and my sisters into flying to Michigan to go to the funeral where he will ask me for money like he always does.

Oh and as for when, sometime last night I guess.