My grandmother had cancer. My uncle took her 1200 miles away to care for her the last months of her life. During that time while she was dependent on him, he had her give him power of attorney and changed her will to leave everything to him. She did this because I believe she trusted him to portion things out to the people who needed it lovingly and fairly.
I went to visit her and stayed with him the week or so before she passed. She wasn't always lucid but everyone present (her son, her husband, me, the nurses) heard her say that my son - her great grandson and person she loved most - could have anything he wanted of hers, even the house. He didn't want anything more than a few pictures but the point is, she intended people to have some of her things. I was meant to have a little of her savings to fix up my house - she always worried about the condition of my roof, it's recently started leaking like she predicted and I can't afford to fix it.
Anyway...her son, my uncle, kept everything. He told his brother/my dad he could clean out her house of her things because he was going to sell it. Everything of value was already gone: guns, jewellery, coin collection etc. He was keeping the money to fund himself moving back to San Francisco from Texas, which is where he'd just come from. He no longer wants to speak to my father or I because we were looking into having a lawyer find the previous Will and prove it was changed under duress.
This guy is a psychiatrist with a successful practice, huge house, tons of money and I had no decent car at the time, she had one that'd barely been driven. I needed it. He kept it. My Mamaw intended to help me and my son one last time and the rich bastard kept it all because he could. So he's got money for an unnecessary cross-country move and I have to put out buckets and blankets when it rains because I can't afford a $500 roof repair. Her other son, my father got nothing as well. Even with all that, my 10 year old son was her favorite person in the world. I know she didn't intend him to go away with nothing to remember her by. Know what he got? A plastic plant from beside her living room chair and a handful of photos. It was only in June of 2016 and it still makes me livid, not for myself but for my son. And not a damned thing I can do about it legally.