If you ever doubted that family can be both your closest supporters and your most exhausting adversaries, just wait until an inheritance enters the chat. Suddenly, decades of simmering entitlement, old grudges, penthouse-level people-pleasing, and stealthy asset shuffling transform ordinary relatives into full-time squatter-entrepreneurs and emotional ransom artists. «What’s yours is mine» becomes a loving family motto as well as a strategic business plan, seasoned with guilt trips, strategic silence, and a helping of vintage emotional squeezing.

Every extended clan has its specialists: the adult child who never left the nest, the martyr who «cares» for elders with one eye on the will, and the self-appointed diplomat whose idea of conflict resolution is to cave in to the loudest sibling while gaslighting anyone who dares speak up. Add in property, throw in a few mysterious bank withdrawals, and give everyone a phone with internet access, and the result is less a family tree and more a tangled jungle gym, booby-trapped with passive aggression and one-way loyalty.