This one’s not about healing—it’s about telling the truth. My dad went into septic shock, had both legs cut off, and died with zero dignity in a cold hospital room while my covert narcissist mother made it about her and her bootlicker son performed like the flying monkey he is. They both left his memorial an hour in. No speech, no tears, just vibes and victimhood. In this episode: – What it’s like to watch your father die piece by piece – The dark comedy of planning a memorial for someone while dodging two emotionally bankrupt people in matching martyr complexes – Rage grief, real grief, and why I didn’t ask for closure—I asked for honesty – And what happens when the people who should show up, sprint the other way If you’ve ever been the sane one in a family full of performers, welcome. This one’s for us.