From disowning a child to secretly leaving everything to a stranger, people have written many unexpected things in their wills that are only revealed to their family members after their demise. Many times, people have used this closing act to take revenge on their loved ones.
With age, many people tend to think about what would happen to their loved ones after death. They know there’s only much they can do to support them, and with that comes the thought of writing a will. The final document decides what would happen to their assets and property after their death.
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Many people write their will when they are healthy and doing fine, but others do it after the doctors tell them they don’t have much time to live. Some divide their assets into parts and leave them for their close ones, while others write something unpredictable that shocks their family.
Netizens on Reddit shared some of the craziest and most bizarre things people wrote in their wills. Many of their family members had no idea what was coming their way.
Comments have been edited for clarity and grammar.
1. The Unexpected Trust Fund
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u/scarlett_pimpernel: I am a qualified solicitor. A lady wanted to create a trust fund of £100,000 for her pet fish. When I asked if it was a particular type of fish, she confirmed it was just an ordinary goldfish.
She wanted it to be fed fresh avocado daily and looked after by a local dog walker after she died. She was absolutely serious.
2. No One Knows about Her
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u/scarlett_pimpernel: Another lady confessed she had a secret daughter and wanted to leave the daughter some money and photographs without the rest of her family finding out. Even her husband does not know. That will be a fun conversation when she passes away.
3. The Lucky Man
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u/mommy5dearest: I worked at an attorney’s office, and a little older lady gave her house and belongings to a bus driver.
She did it because he was nice to her and would help her. We were all waiting for hell to break loose when her family found out.
Her family can contest it. I was a witness to the signing. She seemed fine and knew the answers to the questions, so she wasn’t having mental problems as far as we could tell.
4. The Interesting Clause
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u/WanderCold: I was in my early twenties when I was forced to write a will because of the health insurance I got at work. I discussed it with the in-house lawyer, who approved this specific clause to be added to my will.
The clause read, “My funeral wishes are that I should be buried in a coffin which has been springloaded, such that opening the coffin would cause alarm to future archeologists.”
Then, a bunch of stuff about if this is too costly, I’d be cremated and have my ashes scattered in a specific place.
5. Don’t Forget My Horse!
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u/gabberrella24: I work in probate. The oddest thing I’ve seen in a will is to euthanize their beloved horse, have it cremated, and its ashes scattered with the decedent.
Lucky for her horse, she named a horse that was already dead when she passed away, so the one she got afterward lived to see another farm.
6. A List of Strange Wills
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u/PirateRobotNinjaofDe: Lots of people send their friends and family on weird errands to spread their ashes (leaving money for people to take trips and spread their ashes around the world).
Pet trusts are a fun one. People leave a whole whack of money in a trust to be used for the care of their pets during their life.
However, my favorite ever (that I obviously didn’t draft) was a lawyer who left the bulk of his estate (millions in today’s dollars) to whatever Toronto-area woman had the most children at a specific date some years later. I recall the winner had 10.
7. My Grandfather’s Wish
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u/snoboreddotcom: A few hours after my grandfather’s death, my grandmother came to me with a navy-blue tie featuring pink elephants.
Ridiculous looking, but she said he wore it to intimidate people in business, as someone willing to wear such a ridiculous tie doesn’t care about what people think. That scares people. He wanted me to have it so I could do the same.
8. Different Wishes
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u/ALighterShadeOfPale: I work for a lawyer who does wills. We’ve had a lady put in her will that one of her adult sons would receive his share when he visited a dentist, and the other son would get it if he lost 70lbs.
Another lady put in her will that she wanted her cats cremated with her when she died. We told her that would not happen since human and animal remains are not cremated together. So, she settled on cremated separately and joined together, then buried together.
9. The Long Will
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u/ALighterShadeOfPale: Typically, wills are about ten pages long (for an average person), but a woman once wrote 56 pages.
She detailed EVERYTHING from her house to people. For example, she wrote, “wooden ladle to ____, toilet paper holder to ____, magazine basket to ____.” She did this for every single item in her house.
10. She Wanted to Be with Her Husband
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u/ALighterShadeOfPale: A lady told us to put in her will that she wanted to be buried on her property next to her husband. She lived on a small rural property.
It’s totally illegal to have human remains buried there. She refused to tell us whether her husband was cremated or not and said she did not want to be cremated.
Edit: Her husband had died 5 or 6 years prior. So, it’s not as though it was 50 years ago when things like that may have been a little overlooked.
11. Some Good People
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u/ALighterShadeOfPale: We had a man put in his will that his family was to go to the zoo immediately after his burial (that day). We thought that was heartwarming.
Besides that, we work with many people from a particular religion. Many people we write wills for leave at least 90% of their estates to the church instead of their families.
12. The Elvis Impersonator
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u/whatshisfaceboy: I’m not a lawyer, but I have this story of my rich uncle. He would visit us when we were kids, maybe once every ten years. The last time he did, he brought us to a Denny’s.
When he died, he had no friends. Besides that, his wife died due to substance abuse, and that was because of him. He left his entire estate to an Elvis impersonator. Everything.
13. The Only Beneficiary
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u/AnotherDrunkCanadian: I used to work at a bank in the estate department. I was an administrator who had to manage the files, including encroachments upon the capital, i.e., “I want to take some money out now, please.”
I had this one account – a multi-million-dollar trust for one single beneficiary – the son of the deceased. Everything about the account looked fine until I learned the child was behind his parents’ death and pleaded insanity.
He was in a mental hospital and called the bank once a year requesting $50 for commissary (to buy chips and gum).
The call was always strange. He was very polite, but the quality of the call made it sound like he was far away from the phone.
14. They Wanted to Take Revenge
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u/Dr_BrOneil: Last week, I handled a matter where the parents left millions in artwork to various people and wads of cash to various charities. Meanwhile, their kids got the family cats as revenge.
It turned out they did it because the kids got them the cats to comfort the parents in their old age. The parents hated the cats, but the kids wouldn’t let them get rid of them.
15. He Wanted to Give Them Something
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u/gaurddog: My great uncle’s official will stated that the contents of his outhouse would go to the City Council of a nearby town after they had tried to take his land twice to build a new water treatment plant.
He spent several years fighting eminent domain claims and wanted to give them something in return. As a joke, his kids boxed up all the books and magazines in the outhouse and dropped them off at City Hall.
16. The Man Was Clueless
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u/[deleted]: I am not a lawyer but work for a will writers/trusts specialist in the UK, currently studying toward my TEP.
One of our earlier clients passed away recently. Turns out the man she left almost everything to, including the residue of her estate–which was considerable–was her regular taxi driver.
She had also named him as her executor. He had no clue. The woman named as her executor and primary beneficiary in her previous two wills, a close friend of many years, was understandably flabbergasted and contested the will.
We responded to her solicitor’s Larke v Nugus request, informed Mr. Taxi Driver (who didn’t even know our client had passed), and the will was upheld.
The friend mentioned above was left a legacy of £5,000 if I remember correctly, but her nose was clearly out of joint.
Bonus observation: It takes a lot less than £ 5,000 being up for grabs to make families turn against each other. It can get really nasty. This is one of the most startling things I’ve learned in my short time in this business.
17. Hidden Fortune
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Deleted user: So, my grandma, bless her heart, lived in this old, run-down trailer for years. Dirt poor, but you wouldn’t know it by the way my husband acted.
He was like a cat on a hot tin roof, waiting for her to pass. He had this wild notion in his head that grandma was sitting on a hidden fortune and that he’d inherit a ticket to Easy Street when she kicked the bucket. Cut to the will reading day.
My husband’s practically rubbing his hands together, telling me, “Sugar, put on a smile, we’re about to be rolling in dough.” We get there, and the lawyer’s all business, asking, “Who’s the ‘husband’ there?” My guy steps up: “That’s me. Is there a problem?”
Then my jaw hitting the floor. The Lawyer: Not at all…The last will of grandma states that the grandma has a hidden fortune. However, it’s to be inherited by the husband only if he fulfills three specific conditions. Otherwise, the entire estate goes to the local animal shelter.”
First, he must live for a year in her old trailer, maintaining it without any modern upgrades or outside help. Second, he’s required to volunteer at the animal shelter every weekend for the next two years.
And finally, he must write a personal essay on the value of humility and compassion, to be read publicly at the shelter’s annual fundraiser.
My husband’s face turned from greedy anticipation to utter disbelief. Grandma sure knew how to teach a lesson from beyond the grave!
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These stories shared by Redditors prove that being a part of someone’s will can make your life better or destroy it forever. It only takes a few sentences to change people’s lives if one decides to mention them in their will. What’s the most bizarre thing you have ever read in someone’s will or heard about? We would love to know about it.
My MIL Made Me Sleep on the Garage Floor After My Husband Died – She Didn’t Expect to Beg for My Help a Month Later
When April’s husband dies, she loses more than just the love of her life. She loses her home. Forced to sleep in the garage while her cruel mother-in-law, Judith, takes everything, April has no choice but to endure. But when Judith falls gravely ill, she comes begging for help. Will April choose revenge… or forgiveness?
I used to believe that love could protect me from anything. That my husband, James, would always be there to catch me if I fell.
When he asked me to leave my career in finance to be a stay-at-home mom, he promised I’d never have to worry about anything. I loved him, so I agreed.
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We had twin baby girls, Grace and Ella, who became our entire world.
And then, he died.
The call came on a gray afternoon. James had been rushing home from a business trip, eager to see us. The roads were slick, and his car skidded off the highway. The officer on the phone kept talking, saying things like instant impact and no suffering.
But all I heard was the sound of my own heartbeat thudding in my ears.
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The days blurred. The funeral came and went. I clung to my daughters, to the last voicemail James had left me, replaying it just to hear his voice.
I thought losing him was the worst thing that could ever happen to me.
I was wrong.
I had spent hours at the cemetery after the funeral. I had just wanted a few more moments with my husband before I went back to reality.
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Judith, my mother-in-law, had taken the girls home.
“We’ll talk when you get back,” she said. “I’ll get the twins bathed and settled in.”
When I returned home from the funeral, Judith was waiting for me.
She sat in the living room, her back straight, hands folded in her lap, staring at me with that same cold, calculated look she always had.
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“This house belongs to me, April,” she said. “I let James and you live here, but now, I’m taking it back.”
My breath caught. I felt like someone had just pushed me.
“Judith, I…”
I thought I misheard her.
“What?”
She exhaled sharply, as if already bored of the conversation.
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“James never changed the deed,” she said. “I gave him the option after the twins were born, but he never followed through. So the house is still in my name. You can stay. But you’ll sleep in the garage.”
I stared at her, searching for a flicker of humanity. Some sign that she was speaking out in grief, that she would take it back any second now.
But she didn’t.
She just sat there, waiting for me to break.
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She wanted me to beg her. I knew she did.
I looked at my daughters, their big, innocent, and sleepy eyes watching me from the couch. They had already lost their father. I couldn’t let them lose their home, too.
So, I agreed.
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The garage smelled like oil and rust. At night, the cold crept through the thin camping mat and duvet I slept on. The cold seeped into my bones every night. When it got too unbearable, I curled up in the backseat of the car, my arms wrapped around myself for warmth.
I told myself it was temporary.
James had left money for us, but legal things took time. And I just had to be patient. Because until the lawyer finalized everything, I had nothing.
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No job, no access to our accounts, nowhere to go.
And even if I had someone to call, I couldn’t imagine saying the words out loud. The shame would have choked me.
I existed in silence. I only stepped into the house to cook and eat with the girls. To do their laundry and kiss them goodnight. I moved around my own home like a stranger.
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Now, even a month later, Judith barely acknowledged me. Why would she, anyway? She had won.
One afternoon, I was sitting in the living room with my girls. The crayons rolled across the coffee table, scattering in every direction. Grace and Ella sat cross-legged on the floor, their tiny hands gripping their colors of choice, faces scrunched in deep concentration.
“I’m drawing Daddy’s eyes blue!” Grace said, pressing hard into the paper. “Like the ocean.”
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Ella tilted her head, studying her drawing.
“Mine is smiling. Daddy always smiled,” she said, a smile creeping onto her face.
I swallowed past the lump in my throat.
“He did,” I murmured.
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The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken things. The only sounds were the scratch of crayon against the paper and the occasional shuffle of tiny feet against the rug.
I ran my fingers along the edge of a blank sheet, willing myself to keep it together.
Then, Ella spoke.
“Mommy?”
I looked up.
“Yeah, baby? What’s wrong?”
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She hesitated, chewing her bottom lip.
“Why do you sleep in the garage?”
My hands stilled.
Grace looked up too, her expression open and trusting. It was the same expression James would have on his face when he wanted the girls to tell him about their nightmares.
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“Yeah,” she said. “Grandma sleeps in your bed. Why don’t you sleep there?”
A sharp, twisting pain settled in my chest.
I forced a smile, tucking a strand of hair behind Ella’s ear.
“Because sometimes grown-ups have to make hard decisions, baby girls. It’s not always nice, but there’s always a bigger reason.”
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Ella frowned. I could see thoughts formulating in her head.
“But you’re Daddy’s wife,” she said simply.
The words knocked the air from my lungs.
“I am,” I whispered. “I am Daddy’s wife, yes.”
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Grace blinked up at me, waiting. I hadn’t realized that my girls were holding onto these thoughts.
“Then why doesn’t Grandma get the big bed?”
I opened my mouth, but no words came.
A creak sounded from the hallway. I glanced up, and there, just beyond the corner…
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Stood Judith.
She wasn’t watching me. She was watching them.
Her hands gripped the doorframe, her face pale, her lips pressed into a thin line. For the first time, she looked like a woman who had made a terrible mistake.
But she didn’t say a word.
She just stood there, listening. And when I didn’t answer my daughters, she turned and walked away.
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And then, one night, there was a knock at the garage door. I opened it to find Judith standing there.
But she wasn’t the same woman who had banished me. For the first time in a long time, I looked at her.
Her usually pristine hair was unkempt, the gray streaks more pronounced. Her face, always so rigid with control, was pale and sunken. Her lips were dry and cracked.
And her hands… her hands trembled uncontrollably.
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I frowned.
Had she always been this thin? I cooked every day, making sure that there was more than enough food for all four of us. Had Judith not been eating?
She swallowed hard, and when she spoke, her voice cracked.
“April, please.”
I said nothing.
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She blinked rapidly, as if trying to hold back tears.
“I made a terrible mistake.”
I waited.
She exhaled shakily, then whispered.
“I’m sick…” she said.
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Her lips pressed together, and for the first time, I saw something I had never seen in her before.
Fear.
I should’ve felt vindicated. I should have relished the moment she stood before me, desperate and vulnerable. But all I felt was exhaustion.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice hollow.
Her hands tightened into fists at her sides.
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“The doctors say it’s bad. And I can’t stop thinking that maybe… maybe this is my punishment.”
I crossed my arms. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“For what? For throwing your widowed daughter-in-law into a garage?”
She flinched, as if I had slapped her.
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“For everything, April. For the way I treated you, darling. For the way I pushed people away.”
Silence stretched between us.
Then, she reached into her coat and pulled out a stack of papers.
“I transferred the house to you and the girls, April,” she said. “It’s yours now. Officially. As it always should have been.”
“Why?” My stomach clenched.
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“Because I have no one else.”
I stared at the papers in my hands. This is what I had been waiting for, proof that I never had to beg. That I never had to fear being thrown away again.
But Judith’s face was lined with regret. And in that moment, I saw her not as my personal tormentor but as a woman who had finally realized the weight of her own cruelty.
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I stepped inside.
“Come inside,” I said.
Her breath hitched.
“Oh, it’s cold in here,” she said.
“I know, but you get used to it,” I replied.
For the first time, the woman who had once looked at me like I was nothing let herself cry.
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The guest room still didn’t feel like hers. I could see it. The way she moved around it, like a stranger, making sure that everything was in the exact same spot it had been.
Judith sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, hands folded in her lap, staring at the cup of tea I had placed on the nightstand.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across her face, making her look small somehow.
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It was the first night since I had moved back into the house, with Judith moving into the guest room. Everything felt… strange.
And I wasn’t sure how I felt to be in the same room that James and I had shared for so long. But I was just grateful to be back inside.
Now, I sat across from Judith, pulling my legs up onto the chair, cradling my own mug between my hands.
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The silence stretched, thick and uneasy but not hostile.
She was the one who broke it.
“I have cancer,” she said quietly. “Stage three.”
I exhaled slowly. We both knew it was serious, but hearing the words still sent a strange, sinking feeling through my chest.
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“I don’t know what’s going to happen next,” she admitted.
Her hands trembled slightly as she traced the rim of her mug.
“I’m scared, April.”
“I know,” I said, nodding. “You’re not alone, though, Judith. I’m here. The twins are here for cuddles and laughs.”
“I don’t deserve you… after everything…”
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“Probably not,” I said, cutting her off before she could spiral into guilt. “But Grace and Ella love you. And whether you like it or not, you’re part of this family.”
Her throat bobbed, and she let out a shaky breath.
“James would want us to take care of each other.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “He would.”
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Judith exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over her face.
“God, I’m going to be eating so much damn soup, aren’t I?”
I snorted.
“Oh, absolutely! Soup, herbal tea, all the nutritious food you never wanted to touch before.”
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She made a face.
“Can’t we just pretend wine is medicinal?”
I laughed, and to my surprise, Judith laughed too.
It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t easy. But in that moment, I knew we were going to be okay.
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Because despite everything, we were family.
After that, I took Judith to every doctor appointment possible. I wanted to get back to work, but I figured that this was more important for the moment.
We had the money that James left behind, and we would use it until I got back into action.
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The doctor’s office smelled sterile, the antiseptic strong. Judith sat beside me, hands folded tightly in her lap, her knuckles bone-white.
Dr. Patel, a man in his fifties with kind eyes, adjusted his glasses and flipped through Judith’s chart.
“The biopsy confirms it’s stage three,” he said gently. “We need to start treatment as soon as possible. Chemo, radiation… It won’t be easy, but it’s still treatable.”
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Judith nodded stiffly, as if the diagnosis hadn’t just put a clock on her life.
I glanced at her, waiting for her to say something. She didn’t.
“Will she need surgery?” I asked, filling the silence.
The doctor gave a small nod.
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“Eventually, yes. But first, we focus on shrinking the tumor. This is going to be a long road.”
“I know,” Judith said, letting out a breath.
It was the first time I’d ever seen her look small.
“Do you have a support system? Family who can help?” he asked.
Judith hesitated.
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“She has us,” I said, my voice steady. “She won’t go through this alone.”
I reached out and covered her hand with mine. Judith’s fingers twitched beneath mine, like she wasn’t used to being held onto.
“Good, that makes all the difference,” the doctor said, smiling.
Judith didn’t speak the whole way home. But when we pulled into the driveway, she exhaled shakily.
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“Thank you, April. Thank you for being wonderful.”
“We’ll get through this,” I said.
For the first time, she nodded like she believed me.
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