I am no saint (ask my kids), but definitely afraid of karma. Besides, when my mom was dying and I was in the midwest while she was on the west coast, many people came around helped me out, so I guess I owed a few favors.
MIL cracked me up....after I had to put her in the nursing home because she was nonambulatory, she told the attorney one day that she was 29, had her son when she was 39, had lived in the nursing home for over 50 years- and had no problem with it. She stole rubber gloves from the nurses and wore them around, hoarded food from the dining room in her purse (which the nurses would have to confiscate while she slept) and was always in everybody's business even though she had NO idea who they were or what they were doing. She greeted strangers like life-long friends and family members like they were aliens. And her random sayings cracked me up- when we told her my DH had died (her only child), she looked me straight in the eyes, serious as could be and said "let's have a party". Somehow, in all that tragedy, that was really funny. Kinda made up for the horrible years, although she gave me plenty of good stories from those times, too.
I always figured life gave you 2 choices- to laugh or cry. My family is a little absurd, and we laugh about things. I am thankful that my children will not have to worry about paying for college because of the funds she has left them (me, no financial rewards, but I have one ugly antique settee!). Besides, I figure that she has some significant time to spend in purgagtory- and I hope that she gets to hang out with "liberal, communist-like do-gooders" that she hated so much when she was alive. Who knows, she might even be stuck sitting next to a Kennedy for eternity!!!!!! In the mean time I will try and stay on the straight and narrow, avoid politics, and hopefully avoid any kind of political purgatory. I figure that mine will come in the form of a room full of junior high girls-the one age group that sends me over the edge.