On April 16, 2017, which was Easter Sunday, my half-brother Kirk called me to tell me our father died.
Our father actually died 844 days later.
It only took me two days to track down the truth because not only is my brother an actual pathological liar, but he’s also really bad at it.
Shhh, no one tell him.
When Kirk called me, acting as if he was despondent and ‘wanting to work through our father’s death,’ our father was actually in a nursing home. The only reason it took me two days to discover Kirk’s lie is…