I know that what I say will get a lot of right-wingers flaming me, but what I have to say relates to my family, and it's hard for me to be objective because it's my late brother I'm talking about.
Before you talk about trashing anyone, realize that there's a lot of trash in general. My brother only wanted to spend the last weeks of his life with his father. He thought that his father and stepmother were okay with that; that's what he understood from them. Then when he was about to come home from New York to be with them, he learned that they planned to put him in a hospice rather than to live with them. This, of course, was because his "good Christian" stepmother wasn't about to let her husband let his gay son who was dying from AIDS come home when that would just "upset him." As she didn't hesitate to say, "Your father means more to me than anything else on this earth and I will not have you upsetting him." My brother chose instead to die in New York in the hands of state-supported health care workers. Had it stopped there, it would have been enough, but it wasn't. After he died, my dear stepmother was the first to occupy his New York apartment to take over the evacuation of everything. She interfered so much, even violating the instructions in his will, that the others involved had to summon the attorney who drew up the will to have her removed.
It doesn't stop there, I fear. She was the one to arrange his memorial service. The clergyman had never met him, so he had to take all the cues from whoever prepared it. In the end, the clergyman recited a script that omitted me completely, mentioned my mother once, mentioned my father in passing, and spent the rest of the time talking about what a loving relationship he had with his stepmother -- a total lie.
Fortunately, we have a cousin with whom we were very close, and he wrote a novel, Goneaway Road. If you read it, you'll read the story of Buck and Maxine. That's the story of my brother and my stepmother; the names were changed, of course. The difference is that in the book, my cousin told her off in the character of Evangeline, whereas in real life, he didn't get to do that. Maxine in the novel is a hateful bitch, but in real life, my stepmother is far more evil than the character in the book. In fact, I have a case against her in federal court now for defamation of character, invasion of privacy, and quite a few other charges when I caught her snooping in my bank accounts and medical records without permission. Somehow she believes that the law exempts her because of age, gender, and facial wrinkles. A federal judge and jury will prove to her just how wrong she is. If justice is done, she will spend her twilight years in the trailer camp with her crazy eldest daughter. Yes, the "good Christian" woman has no problem letting her eldest daughter, who suffers from severe bipolar disorder, live in a trailer camp while she lives in luxurious conditions, but that will be a short-lived situation.