In my case, there is no tree, there is just me.As my ex said last year - being orphaned at 63 leaves me at the top of the tree, with furthest to fall.
Apart from my Aunt, who cheerfully stated, a few years back "I feel sorry for you". *Oh yes?" said I. "Yes, she said, "when you've done with looking after your mother you'll have me to look after".
She's been milking it for all its worth the last week, having finally decided to go to hospital with heart problems after dicking around with paramedics and doctors, then deciding she was going home again. In a vehicle of her choice, at a time that suited her. With a porter.