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.
I Married a Single Mom with Two Daughters – A Week Later, the Girls Invited Me to Visit Their Dad in the Basement
When Jeff marries Claire, a single mom with two sweet daughters, life feels almost perfect — except for the eerie whispers about the basement. When the girls innocently ask him to “visit Dad,” Jeff discovers an unbelievable family secret.
Moving into Claire’s house after we were married felt like stepping into a carefully preserved memory. The wooden floors creaked with the weight of history, and the scent of vanilla candles lingered in the air.
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Sunlight poured through lace curtains, scattering patterns across the walls, while the hum of life filled every corner. The girls, Emma and Lily, buzzed around like hummingbirds, their laughter a constant melody, while Claire brought a sense of calm I hadn’t realized I’d been searching for.
It was the kind of house you wanted to call home. There was only one problem: the basement.
The door stood at the end of the hallway, painted the same eggshell white as the walls. It wasn’t overtly ominous — just a door. Yet something about it pulled at my attention.
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Maybe it was the way the girls whispered and glanced at it when they thought no one was looking. Or the way their giggles hushed whenever they caught me watching them.
But even though it was obvious to me, Claire didn’t seem to notice… or maybe she pretended not to.
“Jeff, can you grab the plates?” Claire’s voice called me back to reality. Dinner was macaroni and cheese — Emma and Lily’s favorite.
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Emma, eight years old but already showing signs of her mom’s determination, followed me into the kitchen and studied me with unnerving focus. Her brown eyes, so much like Claire’s, flickered with curiosity.
“Do you ever wonder what’s in the basement?” she asked suddenly.
I nearly dropped the plates.
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“What’s that?” I asked, trying to play it cool.
“The basement,” she hissed. “Don’t you wonder what’s down there?”
“The washing machine? Some boxes and old furniture?” I chuckled, but my laugh came out weak. “Or maybe there are monsters down there? Or treasure?”
Emma just smiled and walked back into the dining room.
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In the dining room, Lily, only six but mischievous beyond her years, dissolved into giggles.
The next day, I was giving the girls their breakfast when Lily dropped her spoon. Her eyes went wide and she leaped off her chair to fetch it.
“Daddy hates loud noises,” she said in a sing-song.
I froze.
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Claire had never said much about Lily and Emma’s father. They were happily married at one point, but now he was “gone.” She’d never clarified if he was deceased or just living out his life somewhere else and I hadn’t pushed her.
I was beginning to think maybe I should’ve insisted she tell me what had happened to him.
A few days later, Lily was coloring at the breakfast table. The box of crayons and pencils was a chaotic rainbow spread across the table, but her focus was absolute. I leaned over to see what she was working on.
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“Is that us?” I asked, pointing to the stick figures she’d drawn.
Lily nodded without looking up. “That’s me and Emma. That’s Mommy. And that’s you.” She held up a crayon, considering its shade, before picking another for the final figure.
“And who’s that?” I asked, gesturing to the last figure standing slightly apart.
“That’s Daddy,” she said simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
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My heart skipped. Before I could ask anything else, Lily drew a gray square around the figure.
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“It’s our basement,” she said, her tone as matter-of-fact as ever.
Then, with the unshakable confidence of a six-year-old, she hopped off her chair and skipped away, leaving me staring at the drawing.
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By the end of the week, curiosity had become a gnawing thing. That night, as Claire and I sat on the couch with glasses of wine, I decided to bring it up.
“Claire,” I began carefully. “Can I ask you something about… the basement?”
She stilled, her wine glass poised mid-air. “The basement?”
“It’s just… the girls keep mentioning it. And Lily drew this picture with — well, it doesn’t matter. I guess I’m just curious.”
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Her lips pressed into a thin line. “Jeff, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just a basement. Old, damp, and probably full of spiders. Trust me, you don’t want to go down there.”
Her voice was firm, but her eyes betrayed her. She wasn’t just dismissing the topic; she was burying it.
“And their dad?” I pressed gently. “Sometimes they talk about him like he’s still… living here.”
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Claire exhaled, setting her glass down. “He passed two years ago. It was sudden, an illness. The girls were devastated. I’ve tried to protect them as much as I can, but kids process grief in their ways.”
There was a crack in her voice, a hesitation that hung heavy in the air. I didn’t push further, but the unease clung to me like a shadow.
It all came to a head the following week.
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Claire was at work, and both girls were home, sick with the sniffles and mild fevers. I’d been juggling juice boxes, crackers, and episodes of their favorite cartoon when Emma wandered into the room, her face unusually serious.
“Do you want to visit Daddy?” she asked, her voice steady in a way that made my chest tighten.
I froze. “What do you mean?”
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Lily appeared behind her, clutching a stuffed rabbit.
“Mommy keeps him in the basement,” she said, as casually as if she were talking about the weather.
My stomach dropped. “Girls, that’s not funny.”
“It’s not a joke,” Emma said firmly. “Daddy stays in the basement. We can show you.”
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Against every rational instinct, I followed them.
The air grew colder as we descended the creaky wooden steps, the dim bulb casting eerie, flickering shadows. The musty smell of mildew filled my nose, and the walls felt oppressively close.
I paused on the bottom step and peered into the darkness, scanning for anything that could explain why the girls believed their father was living down here.
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“Over here,” Emma said, taking my hand and leading me toward a small table in the corner.
The table was decorated with colorful drawings, toys, and a few wilted flowers. At its center sat an urn, simple and unassuming. My heart skipped a beat.
“See, here’s Daddy.” Emma smiled up at me as she pointed to the urn.
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“Hi, Daddy!” Lily chirped, patting the urn like it was a pet. She then turned to look at me. “We visit him down here so he doesn’t feel lonely.”
Emma placed a hand on my arm, her voice soft. “Do you think he misses us?”
My throat closed, the weight of their innocence bringing me to my knees. I pulled them both into a hug.
“Your daddy… he can’t miss you because he’s always with you,” I whispered. “In your hearts. In your memories. You’ve made a beautiful place for him here.”
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When Claire came home that evening, I told her everything. Her face crumpled as she listened, tears spilling over.
“I didn’t know,” she admitted, her voice shaking. “I thought putting him down there would give us space to move on. I didn’t realize they… oh my God. My poor girls.”
“You did nothing wrong. They just… they still need to feel close to him,” I said gently. “In their way.”
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We sat in silence, the weight of the past pressing down on us. Finally, Claire straightened, wiping her eyes.
“We’ll move him,” she said. “Somewhere better. That way Emma and Lily can mourn him without having to go down into that musty basement.”
The next day, we set up a new table in the living room. The urn took its place among family photos, surrounded by the girls’ drawings.
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That evening, Claire gathered Emma and Lily to explain.
“Your dad isn’t in that urn,” she told them softly. “Not really. He’s in the stories we tell and the love we share. That’s how we keep him close.”
Emma nodded solemnly, while Lily clutched her stuffed bunny.
“Can we still say hi to him?” she asked.
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“Of course,” Claire said, her voice breaking just a little. “And you can still draw pictures for him. That’s why we’ve brought his urn up here and made a special place for it.”
Lily smiled. “Thank you, Mommy. I think Daddy will be happier up here with us.”
We started a new tradition that Sunday. As the sun set, we lit a candle by the urn and sat together. The girls shared their drawings and memories and Claire told stories about their dad — his laugh, his love for music, the way he used to dance with them in the kitchen.
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As I watched them, I felt a deep sense of gratitude. I wasn’t there to replace him, I realized. My role was to add to the love already holding this family together.
And I was honored to be part of it.
Here’s another story: When a new family moved in next door, the eerie resemblance between their daughter and my own sent me spiraling into suspicion. Could my husband be hiding an affair? I had to confront him, but the truth turned out to be far darker than I imagined.
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