Episode 3 The Executor Exorcism

Ghosted, Gaslit and Getting Legal… Maybe

There comes a point in every inheritance horror story when you realize: the executors aren’t just dragging their feet – they have disappeared into a legal Bermuda Triangle.

Questions? Unanswered. Responsibility? Dodged. Olympic- level precision.

They say great power comes great responsibility. Apparently with executor power comes a sudden talent for evaporation.

Let me be clear: I have questions. Reasonable ones.

Like: Who’s responsible for structural maintenance of the house? Why are cameras being installed like I’m living in a spy movie? And is silence now considered an acceptable estate management strategy?

But instead of answers, I get silence so thick you could turf it and light it for winter. So I did what any frustrated, gaslit, turf-stacking resident would do. I sent an email. I laid out the facts. I demanded respect—and a reply. Still nothing. At this point, I’m not sure if I’m dealing with executors or emotional escape artists. But don’t worry—this isn’t my first ghosting rodeo. Next stop? Who knows because the people in charge won’t play fair.

Lesson of the Day: If they can’t face you in life, perhaps it’s time for an executor exorcism. Candles optional.