FIL (not DFIL) passed years ago but he was a nasty, nasty man. When DH was accepted to Medical School, he said to him, "What the #$@$% do you think you are doing? You're not smart enough to be a doctor." When DH graduated from college a few months later, summa cum laude, with a 3.998 (out of 4.0) average, he thought the tassels were gaudy. Fast forward 20 years when our DS was almost 3 years old. (Yes, we had him late in life.) FIL had only 2 grandchildren..... ours. Only one grandson to carry on the family name...... ours. The only family who cooked for them every holiday ....... ours. The only ones who remembered their birthdays and visited them (just 30 minutes away) ...... ours. He was married to step-mom at the time and they were both sharp as tacks, so senility was not an issue. He called DH one day to ask, "What is your son's name?" DH asked if he meant his middle name. No, he meant his first name. After being together often for almost 3 years and sending cards with all of our names on them, he didn't know his name and he didn't care! He also gave DH a baby picture, saying is was DH. His brother has a very characteristic mark and it was clearly visible. He insisted it was DH but everybody else knew it was his brother. Lots & lots of other things... too many to mention and all are water under the bridge now. He died a very lonely, very bitter man. At his funeral, the pastor didn't know him very well. DD was a teenager and knew that the kind words being said was not appropriate. DH and I couldn't make eye contact without stifling a snicker. After it was over, DH said to me, "Who was that guy who died? I thought we were at Dad's funeral!" DD and I cracked up and had to pretend we were crying to cover up! He only did two good things his entire life. He fathered my DH and he gave us DH's mother's wedding rings, which our new DDIL now wears. DH's mother died of cancer on DH's 18th birthday but he remembers her as a great lady. The rings were passed on in her honor, not FIL's.