Clapper funeral home obituaries

God, where to begin?
I guess it started a week ago, when my boss (let's call her Alice), refused to let an employee go home... because his daughter that was in the military died.
Gets only worse from there.
See, I asked her about this the next day she was over, and she said that "Ben left in the end", but I pushed her and I knew well that it wasn't Alice herself that let Ben leave, myself and another coworker did after she left (early, I might add). When I pushed this, she said "Are you trying to reprimand me?"
She gave me a laundry list of reasons she didn't let Ben leave, from needing an obituary to having to approve it through her boss, it was all BS. I dismissed myself with a "I guess that's that, ma'am" and left.
But this wasn't enough for her. She called me back to her office, twice I might add, to more or less scream in my face, forcibly extracted the reason I wanted to transfer (because I don't like her, can't imagine why), threatened to call HR for "false accusation" after I merely asked for clarification, and most disgusting of all, Alice called in Ben to straight-up lie to support her case.
Moreover, the whole thing left me shaken and Joel was going to let me leave early, but Alice screamed at him about it and forced him to make me stay.
This was all yesterday. Today, I texted her about talking to Tim at another store, and she gave me some "this is unacceptable and inappropriate" crap and refused to talk further until I went to work today. My plan is to get Joel to back me up during the talk, and secretly record the upcoming conversation.
GOD...

My mother passed away 4/3/22. After clearing her apartment and dealing with the small matters, I waited for her death certificate to take care of all other matters. I got a couple of phone calls from hospitals and her rehab center saying that her bills were being kicked back because her date of passing was wrong; I assured them that I’d take care of things as soon as I could.
I received her death certificate in May 2022, and immediately realized that her date of passing was listed as 3/3/22. I handed them back to the funeral director, who assured me that they’d be taken care of.
Fast forward to 2023, and I still don’t have a death certificate. The funeral home says it was the doctor’s mistake; the doctor disputes that. Because of the time elapsed, the hospital and other caregivers can no longer seek payment from her insurance (she had great insurance; she never had to pay out of pocket). Her last month, she racked up a ton of medical bills.
Does anyone have any advice? I signed all her paperwork for her care. It wasn’t a big deal, because, great insurance. Now I have one, and possibly more, hospital coming after me for payment. Help!

Recently I took a trip with frontier… or attempted to. This terrible airline canceled my connecting flight while I was in flight to my connecting city. Their reason? Schedule change (from what I have gathered frontier does this on undersold flights so that they can cash out on their own insurance benefits). This happened at their hub airport in Denver so they should have planes, but nope they left about 50 people stranded with minimal accommodations. I was flying into the west coast for a funeral and was literally going to be in town for 5 hours and then back out on my return flight by the end of the evening. The flight frontier offered me home was over 48 hours out and they were only willing to pay for 1 night hotel??? Anyways I thought screw this I have third party insurance and they’ll pay me back for my flight home. WRONG. AIG Domestic Air Ticket Plan does not cover common carrier delays under their trip cancellation, or trip interruption sections and the trip delay section includes a bunch of exclusions that will only allow pay of additional expenses limited to food and LOCAL stays/transportation. If I rented a car and drove it back to my home state I would’ve been reimbursed but because I took a flight home and chose not to be stranded insurance says nope we don’t cover airfare??? Then why even offer insurance for air travel.… especially at the checkout of an airline that notoriously cancels flights for no real reason the day of. The government needs to better regulate travelers rights and define what airlines can and cannot do to their customers. All the loose terms FAA uses only hurts us.
Unfortunately I have already booked a European trip and purchased AIG travel insurance. I’m now worried and thinking of canceling it since it was rather useless this last time. I’m mostly worried about the healthcare benefits being out of the country.
TLDR: purchased AIG Travel Insurance and was not covered when the airline canceled my connecting flight and left me stranded.
Has anyone else had a similar experience? Has anyone successfully received payout in a similar situation? Has anyone had a good experience with AIG travel?

I and my brother are both busy people. I work full time, running my own business — my brother is a student in a very small seminary. Last year, my grandmother, who was 91, was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
My grandma was a raging hypochondriac all of her life. If she heard that someone was sick, she suddenly had exactly all of the symptoms they had. You couldn’t be any sicker than her. She was difficult, mean, and downright hateful. Still, my mom bought a house and lived right by her and took care of this terribly thankless woman for nearly FORTY years. Because, as my mom put it, she’s always been sick and ‘required’ care.
My mom stayed three days in the hospital with her and then nearly two weeks in a nursing home. I visited every day, and my brother came home from school … because the nursing home discharged her and sent her home.
Here, it was up to us to take care of her. Hospice came every two days, they gave us the morphine and all that we needed to make her comfortable. We were there 24/7, my brother missed a month of school, and who wasn’t there but maybe once or twice a week and also lived ten minutes away? My uncle, my grandmother’s son.
Don’t get me wrong, I love him. But he didn’t do very much to be of assistance to us during this very traumatic time.
We sat there, my mom and brother were there when my grandmother took her last breath. But my extended family didn’t come around for the funeral planning — They griped about the fact that we didn’t have had enough money to buy a headstone immediately ( both of my cousins make significantly more money than I could ever dream of making ) so we bought a headstone, but it was the one my grandma wanted and not the one they wanted.
My uncle didn’t get much in the will. But we decided to give him the family farm, because he already farms it and we don’t want it. He will make all of the crop earnings, which most of them were going to my grandma, and I told my mom to take what very little my grandma had left in the terms of money. Her house was falling apart, and we got very little from it — my mom was so traumatized by the ordeal that we moved away, and the little money that is left would be helpful to get my mom cushioned and for her not to have to worry about money. She lives modestly and doesn’t spend very much other than the essentials.
…now here’s the big issue. My uncle wants half of the money. I told my mom to keep all of it, because she got it in the will and I don’t feel that my uncle deserves it. Am I the asshole?

My husband invited MIL to visit (she’s 5 hours away) this past week. They also decided, without involving me in the conversation, that our kids (12,14) would be going home with her for a visit when she left. I don’t have any problem with her visiting, especially when it’s planned. For the first 10 years of our relationship his parents would just show up at our door unannounced and stay for 5 days. This obviously caused some major issues between us. They eventually learned that they had to give us advance notice since we had kids, jobs, lives, etc.
Somehow this visit went from being MIL, to MIL, his sister, and her 2 kids (7, 9 months) coming as well. It’s not clear if she invited herself or if MIL invited her. I wasn’t included in that conversation either. I love the kids and the 7 year old is my sweet little sidekick, but I also started a new job a few months ago and it is very stressful and demanding, so that’s a lot of unexpected visitors to accommodate and feed. While they’re here, my stepson, his wife, and her 2 kids are also here every day/evening. So in addition to the 4 of us, there are an additional 8 people in the house when I get home from work.
Since the kids still living at home were leaving I looked into taking a quick getaway trip for just the two of us and requested a few days off work. He asked his mom if she would be willing to stay and kid/dog sit for the 3 days but she declined. She doesn’t like dogs or animals in general. No big deal, we made other arrangements for the dogs. I asked my husband repeatedly when she would be heading home so I could plan our trip, but he didn’t know and she would not give him a date. This is not new, she has always avoided giving telling how long she’ll be staying.
The night before they were set to arrive, she called and said they would stay through the weekend. My SIL’s nephew (my husband’s brother’s wife’s nephew) passed away under very sad circumstances and she wanted to stay for the funeral, but didn’t know when it would be. Mind you, she met the nephew once when he was a child at their wedding but didn’t really know him. By this time we had already cancelled the trip plans but still planned to spend time alone together. I was upset at the last minute change and that she had already left the visit open ended, but even that was extended to a further unknown date. My husband then got furious with me for being frustrated with the situation. Not mad, but definitely frustrated, and he thinks I owe him an apology for “ruining” his time with his mother by being frustrated. My relationship with my family is very strained so I don’t always know if my feelings are valid or if it’s because of my upbringing, but I also feel that it’s basic houseguest etiquette to tell your hosts how long you will be staying. AITA?

I (31 F) have been married to my DH (33 M) for 7 years. We have a son (4.5 years) and a daughter (3 years). We moved to the town I grew up in when I was pregnant with our son because my parents offered to be the primary babysitters while we worked and went to school. Fast forward almost 5 years and an additional kid later, my parents are burned out on helping. So we are paying for full time daycare on my daughter all year and my son during the summer (he’s in all-day public preschool in the school year). Essentially, the purpose of moving back to this town no longer exists. And the job I took just to make it by while my husband was in physician assistant school has gone fro. $43k/ year to $60k/ year within 2 year and have 2 more raises due for me this year. So it’s hard to walk away from.
DH took a job at a hospital 70 miles away when he graduated and passed his PANCE exam. It’s the highest paying entry level PA job in our state. He’s making $130k/ year plus full benefits and he gets quarterly bonuses for meeting certain goals. However due to his inconsistent schedule and second and third shift hours, he rents a studio apartment. He goes to his apartment and sleeps after he gets off work then he usually manages time pretty poorly before making it home to us the following day.
There’s no infidelity, no financial abuse, no alcoholism, no substance abuse, no controlling issues. I am just a married single mom and our family completely comes second to his job.
His job comes before everything. I believe that if I died, he wouldn’t even ask off for my funeral. He goes to work contagiously ill. He doesn’t take PTO. He lies to me with excuses about why he’s not allowed PTO even though I have his contract and he has generous PTO. The kids and I recently took a 5-day long vacation with my parents. He knew about it 5 months in advance and was supposed to request those vacation days off. He didn’t. He had 3 days off in the middle of our vacation so he came down and joined us for 2 days and then had to rush back to work.
His schedule is typically working anywhere from 1-4 days in a row on 12 hour shifts that are second shift hours and then being off anywhere from 1-4 days. Let’s say he worked 3 days in a row then is going to be off 3 days in a row. He gets off at midnight on day 3, goes to his apartment to sleep, wakes up around 9am or 10 am the next day, goes back into work for 2-3 hours to dictate patient notes, goes to the gym, then finally comes home in the late afternoon. Meanwhile I’ve been at work all day and there’s a million things that need to be done around the house but he’s not doing them because he hasn’t come home.
When he’s home, 90% of parenting is still on me. He takes some initiative to get things done and he actually isn’t a messy person himself at all. But if we need more than washed dishes and a swept floor, I have to give him a list.
We do not have a life as a couple. We have sex maybe once a week. It’s satisfying but before he was gone so much, it was 2-3 times per week. There’s no such thing as a date night. It’s rarely an outing with just him, me, and the kids. In the rare instances where we do go out as a family of 4, 9 times out of 10, he’s mean and irritable and has 0 patience with the kids merely existing. It tears my heart apart to see what I call “normal dads” in a baseline happy or chill mood just living life with their kids doing things. I am jealous of couples who hold hands and just regularly come home to one another. I envy women who get to hear their husband’s voice and see their face. My marriage seems like a text message, brief phone call relationship.
I’ve been expressing my unhappiness for a year. He promised therapy but never went. I’m in therapy and on meds. All my therapist says is that the decision to leave is ultimately up to me. I don’t really feel like I’m getting help in making the decision. I even paid like $400 for a program that supposedly helps women decide whether to stay or leave and it has not given me clarity. One day I feel like I want to serve him with divorce papers and get out of this lonely ass marriage immediately. The next day, I feel like I would be too susceptible to going back to him if I left. There is absolutely no other man in my life who is even remotely a dating prospect.
When I bring up separation and/or divorce, DH is very against it. I tell him I’m tired of being so lonely and living like a divorced family anyway. He says to give it another year before he can give up his apartment and buy a house. His solution for me having help with the kids is “hire somebody” but not actually taking any steps to help find a nanny.
I love him. I don’t want to leave. But I want a husband who doesn’t basically live somewhere else and who doesn’t put his job above family and health. We’ve talked about his priorities ad nauseam and he has made no changes; I don’t think he knows how, but his actions have shown that he will not go to therapy to learn.
This weekend, I’ll drive 45 minutes to meet his parents halfway between our house and theirs to drop my kids off for the night. I’m suffering an exponential mommy burnout. I’ll go out by myself to a local restaurant to watch my cousins play music. DH will be working. I hate this life. It’s a shame that we are salvageable but his job situation makes life as a family impossible. Is there anything I can do besides divorce him?

Well this is kind of long story but here we go.My parents divorced when I was 10.My mom remarried a year later so my brother and I went to live with my father,his grandparents and uncle. I also brought my 4 month old puppy (at the time)my mom bought for me days prior before she left us with our father.I truly loved my grandparents,they were so welcoming and I enjoyed spending time with them.But of course as time went by I started noticing they made sure that dog is only mine and no one elses.It made me irritated that everyone was reminding me it was MY dog.They took good care of her tho.Things went downhill after we moved from my grandparents home.And apartment we were moving to didn’t allow dogs.So we left her there.I was expected to walk her everyday which is normal,but dog was too strong for me(I had like 50kg at most and our dog had 25kg),I was really weak and tiny.I begged my family to go to a walk with me,but everyone brushed it off saying it’s my dog and my responsibility.So my friend would go for walks with me when she had time.I was already 15 at the time.But she stopped after my dog dislocated her shoulder after one of the walks.I was left alone,and I couldn’t fulfill my responsibility.I also felt super hurt no one from my family wouldn’t go out with us for a walk.Fast forward when I was 19,time when I cut ties with my grandparents.My brother showed up with my dog to our former family home(no one lived there)and said it’s your responsibility now,grandparents can’t take care of her anymore.It was after freaking 7 years!And it was also days before I moved to another country for college.I started freaking out,crying,hyperventilating,fainting,shouting how can they do this to me?!Was this dog worth nothing to them?In the moment I said to my brother I want to do nothing with them, I will come to visit them at their funeral.I admit it wasn’t nice to say but I was too hurt,and of course my brother didn’t miss to inform them everything I said that day.Thing I figured out is that my grandparents wanted to send our dog to my moms house since it was a dog my mom bought for me.And I couldn’t risk that.My mom had cats there and my little half siblings were like 5 at the time.And my dog was too aggressive towards small animals and children.I had no choice then to leave our dog at former family house(my moms mom property).I went there to feed her and play with her but dog run away after only three days.Before running away neighbors also called us to inform dog was crying all the time.After two days of unsuccessful search my dog found way back to my grandparents house by herself.They decided to keep her. I went to university and later met my boyfriend and moved even further away. I couldn’t face my grandparents,I tried to sneak and see my dog couple of times,but it was impossible so I would only see her from distance. Fast forward to today,it’s been 4 years since I talked with my grandparents and uncle.They never called me,and I didn’t want to be first one to make efforts to reconcile since I thought they were in the wrong.My dog died two years ago after long therapy for heart worm.It’s breaking my heart I couldn’t see her.And now I’m afraid my grandparents will die before I reconcile with them.I was hurt back then,felt betrayed and unloved and I still do to some extent.But time went by and I feel like I should put everything behind and try to be the first one who will make a move.
So please help me,what should I do?How can I reconcile with them? I feel too anxious only thinking about meeting them after all this time.
This is whole story but without many details since it would be way too long. Also english is not my first language,sorry for any writing mistakes.
Hope you can help me. Have a nice day.

Well this is kind of long story but here we go.My parents divorced when I was 10.My mom remarried a year later so my brother and I went to live with my father,his grandparents and uncle. I also brought my 4 month old puppy (at the time)my mom bought for me days prior before she left us with our father.I truly loved my grandparents,they were so welcoming and I enjoyed spending time with them.But of course as time went by I started noticing they made sure that dog is only mine and no one elses.It made me irritated that everyone was reminding me it was MY dog.They took good care of her tho.Things went downhill after we moved from my grandparents home.And apartment we were moving to didn’t allow dogs.So we left her there.I was expected to walk her everyday which is normal,but dog was too strong for me(I had like 50kg at most and our dog had 25kg),I was really weak and tiny.I begged my family to go to a walk with me,but everyone brushed it off saying it’s my dog and my responsibility.So my friend would go for walks with me when she had time.I was already 15 at the time.But she stopped after my dog dislocated her shoulder after one of the walks.I was left alone,and I couldn’t fulfill my responsibility.I also felt super hurt no one from my family wouldn’t go out with us for a walk.Fast forward when I was 19,time when I cut ties with my grandparents.My brother showed up with my dog to our former family home(no one lived there)and said it’s your responsibility now,grandparents can’t take care of her anymore.It was after freaking 7 years!And it was also days before I moved to another country for college.I started freaking out,crying,hyperventilating,fainting,shouting how can they do this to me?!Was this dog worth nothing to them?In the moment I said to my brother I want to do nothing with them, I will come to visit them at their funeral.I admit it wasn’t nice to say but I was too hurt,and of course my brother didn’t miss to inform them everything I said that day.Thing I figured out is that my grandparents wanted to send our dog to my moms house since it was a dog my mom bought for me.And I couldn’t risk that.My mom had cats there and my little half siblings were like 5 at the time.And my dog was too aggressive towards small animals and children.I had no choice then to leave our dog at former family house(my moms mom property).I went there to feed her and play with her but dog run away after only three days.Before running away neighbors also called us to inform dog was crying all the time.After two days of unsuccessful search my dog found way back to my grandparents house by herself.They decided to keep her. I went to university and later met my boyfriend and moved even further away. I couldn’t face my grandparents,I tried to sneak and see my dog couple of times,but it was impossible so I would only see her from distance. Fast forward to today,it’s been 4 years since I talked with my grandparents and uncle.They never called me,and I didn’t want to be first one to make efforts to reconcile since I thought they were in the wrong.My dog died two years ago after long therapy for heart worm.It’s breaking my heart I couldn’t see her.And now I’m afraid my grandparents will die before I reconcile with them.I was hurt back then,felt betrayed and unloved and I still do to some extent.But time went by and I feel like I should put everything behind and try to be the first one who will make a move.
So please help me,what should I do?How can I reconcile with them? I feel too anxious only thinking about meeting them after all this time.
This is whole story but without many details since it would be way too long. Also english is not my first language,sorry for any writing mistakes.
Hope you can help me. Have a nice day.