Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

This is a true story, I am actually related to this man and have no shame in saying I am, even though everyone thought he was insane.

My Great Uncle Will was my Grandpa Jacks brother. I do not know much about the mans life, he died before I was even born but what I do know of him is amazeing. My Great Uncle Will joined the Navy just like my grandfather. He wasn't really interested in fighting so instead he became a bartender and as soon as he got out of the Navy he bought a bar.
Like the rest of the family he had a creative streak. He didn't paint like my granfather though, he built models. He mostly build navy ships and planes. He carved all of them by hand adding great detail. My father said that his works were so great that they were put on display all around St.Louis. The ships are now sitting in my basement. Properly displayed of course.
You're probably wondering why he was insane well heres that peice of the missing puzzle. Besides all that my Great Uncle had a very quiet life. He never talked to the family much and no body talked to him much, infact I'm pretty sure that there are parts of his life that my father refuses to tell me about especially after learning about his death. Here's the story about his death.
It's another night at my Grandma and Grandpas house, they were just about to eat dinner when all of a sudden the phone rang.
My Grandfather answers the phone "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Mr. Jack Ryan? William Ryans brother?"
"Yes"
"This is the Illinois state police department, I've been called to inform you about your brother Will. It seems there was an accident at his home and he has died."
"Really?!?! How did he die???"
"You might want to come down to the station to get that information sir and I'd also like to ask you some questions as well."
"Sure officer, let me just tell my wife and I'll just..."
"It might not be a good idea to bring your wife sir, the accident is pretty...shocking"
"Alright officer"
That night my Grandfather and Father "about in his mid thirties already dateing my mother" drive from St.Louis to the Illinois police department. They found out that Will died of a heart attack after having sex with a hooker. "Luckily the lady was nice anough to call the police instead of just running off" the police said to my Grandfather and Dad. My family is pretty much ashamed with the way he died. I'm wasn't though, thats why I'm telling it to you. Hell the b*****d died happy that's all that matters. But again thats not even half of the story.
A couple of weeks later after the funeral my father and my two Aunts went to my Uncle Wills apartment to clean it out. What they found was amazeing. First off he had boxes of liquor bottles everywhere. Uncle Will was out of the bartending buisness so he was pretty much stuck with the boxes and he didn't drink so we all pretty much guessed he gives it to the "company" that comes over. The next weird thing was the stacks of empty cat litter bags that were next to the fridge...he didn't have a cat...he was allergic to them.
The next and probably oddest thing of all was what was in his apartment basement. Two I repeat TWO CARS were in his tiny basement. One was a Mustang and the other was a Jaguar. Now I know you might not find this odd but think for a moment, this is an apartment basement. It has no windows or doors except the door to walk down. It's actualy more like a cellar. HOW THE FLYING ******** DID HE GET THOSE CARS DOWN THERE?????? This is the question that still runs in my family. Anyway they pretty much had to rip up a part of the building in order to get the cars out.
After they cleaned most of the crap out, my Aunt Debbie accidently knocked over a book that was laying on the coffe tables. Out poored $200. Everyone went back to the boxes and looked through all the books my Uncle Will had. They found $5000 all together. My Aunts agreed to give the money to my father beings he was planning to marry my mom and have me. He saved the money and we ended up putting it in my collage account.
I'm proud to say that I'll be going to collage thanks to my Great Uncles whore money. Actually now that I'm thinking about it, who isn't going to collage on whore money. HA HA HA!