Ash Snatching

I felt closer to Sam than any other person on this earth, but I never knew he had Crohn's Disease and I didn't know his house was foreclosed upon. I don't know where his ashes are.
On the morning he was discovered dead I was hustled into the house, with an escort, Sam's late wife's sister and strangers glaring at me while I gather up my paintings and my party dress and my Gypsy Nurse tile box where Sam kept scandalous photos of me.
Sam's body had just been hauled away and his house is full of box-filling angry strangers who neither look nor act Blues Approved.
Hello! Do they know who they are talking to?
I hear them talk about no telling who Sam gave his key to and how they'd have to round them up so they wouldn't come in and pillage, and they talk about how Sam can rest in peace now that he is reunited with his dear Dido after nine long years without her. I hate them all.
I learn later that some of the daggers are directed at me because I am driving Sam's car. He made me take it so he wouldn't be tempted to drive! But apparently the car used to belong to Sam's late wife and the late wife's sister wants it for Sam's late wife's neice so even though Sam has only been dead an hour, she is so angry with me that I am hustled away before the fireworks start.
Sam's yard is full of zombies, all very shocked, but I hate them too. Why couldn't they show up at a gig like this? Bunch of vultures.
Yeah, and the local music critic waxes poetic about Sam after he's dead but we couldn't get him to write about Sam or our band when Sam was alive. He never even came to one gig that we knew about.
I return the key and the car to Ruth Ann, Sam's sister. She is angry, cold. I don't even recognise Sam's house. It is full of ugly. Sam is gone. Later Ruth Ann's lawyer questions me about who bought the tapes our music is recorded on? Who purchased the tape recorder? Ruth Ann has found an IOU I wrote to Sam for $300. and wants to be paid! I put the phone aside and start screaming to the heavens "Do you hear that Sam??!! Can you believe it??! You better tell them I paid that off a long time ago!" I think I told the lawyer to tell Ruth Ann what she could do with herself, etc. before I slammed down the phone.
I was glad to be asked to speak at Sam's memorial and I would have probably crashed the party if they hadn't. The first few rows were filled with Sam's dead wife's family sitting with Ruth Ann. I am so sure that they are glaring at me I never look their way. I just think about Sam and what I want to say at his send off.
I was closer to Sam than any of them but I don't even know what they've done with his ashes.
Maybe I'll become an ash-snatcher.
Sam would get a big kick out of that.