Nevermind the real history and what is truly just, my Father would have never have prevented my access to that house.  Never.  If you refer to my emails to Dr. Owen James, I would not have prevented access to my siblings in need either.  My mother, I know exactly how she came to her spoken words, her actions and all the influences upon her.  My siblings, their disgusting behaviour and their greed is...

Unjust Enrichment and outright  Murder

The Police/Mental Health/Judicial Systems who knowingly helped them...

are proof that they are Unfit.

No matter how many pieces of paper are used, at the end of the day, they do not matter.  Your work speaks for itself.  Two years ago, I told the Lead Investigator (who told me she was not an investigator) that she had no idea of what she had taken from me (my life).  From her facial expression it was obvious, she didn't.  I also told her that I would be a suicide within five years.

Upon trying to save my life ultimately from the damages she brought, what does she do?  She Charges me again, against my mother's will, making my situation even worse.  Now, the sanest thing I can do is kill myself - I have just been through too many things.  If you know the true history, you know I've actually done nothing wrong and I am the one who did what was right.  I am a victim of lying scheming manipulating siblings, exceptionally poor police work and a Justice System that no Canadians I know of believe in.

So, if it comes to that, this isn't really a suicide, it is outright murder.  If I kept a log for twenty plus years like I thought of, I could plunk that down and it would be understood for those who read.  If I had something in writing like I also thought I should do twenty plus years ago, I wouldn't be in this situation.  I knew what I wanted out of life, looking back now, I was right it was entirely possible and the best thing for me.

I find it absolutely disgusting that people who had not worked, nor cared for...

You idiots MURDERED your own brother and stole everything important in his life for your own personal gain.  Including my livelihood.  Deny it all you want, I paid for that house with my life.  I am the reason my mother still lives there.  Not any of you.  I really hope your desires for black shutters and black doors, a grave insult to injury, were worth installing while your own family member dies in streets from your own actions.

My wishes are usually never respected, but if this is the way I go  I do not any of you to have my ashes.  I do not care where they end up, as long as they are not with any of you.