How would you deal with such situation?

Nothing destroys relationships more quickly or thoroughly than a decedent’s estate. In my many years of professional experience, I’ve seen this happen more times than I can recall.

Oddly, and at least here in the U.S., the sorry lack of an eldercare system is making this concern obsolete. People are forced to spend all their wealth on their own needs, both medical and daily living. When someone dies penniless and debt-ridden, there’s no estate for anyone to fight over.

I’m not advocating the U.S.‘s indifference about caring for its elderly. Just saying…

I am fortunate enough to be financially stable, so if I were in this situation I would be happy to make compromises for the sake of family peace. I can’t imagine any amount of money that would be worth losing my family relationships over.

My mom recently passed which also was the stepping stone to closing out our parents estate. Mom was very specific that it would be divided equally and then came the potentially awkward face off of her and dad’s remaining personal items. Myself, my brother and 3 sisters all voiced their prefence for particular belongings and not one conflict surfaced. Speaks highly to my parents raising us up to be respectful, loving and fair.

^^^ Yes, you’re fortunate, indeed, that your parents raised you so well and with such good standards.

When my senile stepfather assigned my greedy little brother as executor of his estate, I simply stepped out of the picture. I was not surprised when the brother glommed everything, sold off properties he shouldn’t have without consulting the rest of us, kept way more than his share, and now wonders why half the family isn’t speaking to him and his wife. I just stay out of it and am glad I have.

Like @Mariah, I am fortunate enough to be financially secure. I asked my mother years ago to take me out of the will. She didn’t respect my wishes at the time, but I have estranged myself from her, so I’m sure that that oversight has been corrected. After watching a number of families tear themselves apart over an estate, I want none of it.

When my grandmother passed, I asked only for her handwritten cookbook and her Krumkake iron.

My mother and my two aunts bickered with each other over who should manage her estate until eventually everything was foreclosed on and her storage auctioned away, including at least six collections of Holiday Barbie dolls she had purchased for every one of her granddaughters from their first Christmas on. I should have received 25 dolls, myself.

Everything is gone. Bunch of idiots.