I thought stuff like this only happened in the movies!

Boy, was I wrong…because these confessions were really eye-opening to me.

I guess some people just want to spill their guts and come clean before they leave this life, which makes perfect sense…

Have you ever heard a confession from someone before they passed away?

Here’s what AskReddit users had to say.

1. OMG.

“My grandma confessed to m**der.

Usually you’d think it was the pain relief, but she was such an eccentric it was actually believable.

We traced all her ex-husbands, partners and any other likely candidates and fortunately no one was missing or d**d an untimely d**th, but sometimes I wonder…”

2. Knocked up.

“My grandfather confessed that he had a son we never knew about.

He knocked up some woman and abandoned her and their son when the child was born and never saw them again. He wondered wistfully whether that boy (now over 50) ever thought of him, ever wanted to see him.

Right after he passed, his son found us! He’d searched the obituaries all around the country, every week for years. He was in Louisiana, where he and my grandfather had both been born. We were in Oregon, where grandpa d**d.”

3. Jumbled up.

“My grandfather told a bunch of stories about the Korean War, which he served in. We later realized that none of the stories were true.

They were all bits of episodes of M.A.S.H. He got the TV show episodes jumbled up with his real memories.

Brain cancer is a helluva drug.”

4. Don’t waste your life.

“My grandfather passed away from dementia about 10 years ago.

He didn’t seem to know that my grandma, my mom, and my dad were in the room with us.

He looked right at me with a sad look I’d never seen him give, and he begged me to not waste my life like he had done.

My grandma mostly kept her composure, but I could tell it added more pain to an already painful time.

Unfortunately, though I promised him I wouldn’t, I knew even back then that I would never be able to do anything except waste my life. Still true now.

I broke a promise to my grandpa the moment I made it.”

5. Don’t worry about it.

“Someone I worked with admitted to being the one who ate too much of the communal food weeks prior.

It was odd to me that that’s what was on his mind at the time. I hope he didn’t have too much guilt, but he kept going on about it.

We told him it was no problem, but I don’t think he even knew we were talking to him by then.”

6. I’m right here.

“My mom was I’m hospice probably a week or two before dying she confessed to having no daughter.

Being 11 and sheltered, I didn’t think immediately adoption. I thought she got some kind of dementia or amnesia and forgot about me.”

7. What a story.

“My great grandma admitted that my great grandpa, who we all thought was her first and only husband, was actually her second. The first was a man who she had 2 kids with before she offed him because he was abusive and then she left the kids at an orphanage.

She also torched their house after grabbing some valuables so that she could run away to another state and let everything in town think the fire ki**ed all four of them.

Her last words were that she always wished she could have found her first two children later in life so that she could explain why she left them behind.”

8. Noooooooo!

“My grandpa, a Sicilian man with blessed cooking skills, told us that his meatballs were actually frozen meatballs from the grocery store.

The horror!”

9. A happy ending.

“My dad spent my life riding my ass about being a great artist like he wanted to be and telling me I was an invalid because of my crippling anxiety, and I managed to move out with a boyfriend and go to college.

The last thing he told me was he was proud of me. He d**d of a sudden aneurysm not long after.

Best thing that could have happened.”

10. Sad.

“My grandmother told me that my grandfather (who had passed not long before her) could be a very mean man (mind you, none of his grandchildren ever saw anything other than a very caring, loving, man).

It pained me to know that at the time, divorce/leaving a relationship was practically impossible, and having to keep that secret must have been painful.”

11. A shocker.

“My grandmother confessed to my mother that she was not, in fact, her mother.

My mom already knew. She looks exactly like her father’s second wife. And so do her kids (me!). She’d asked a few dozen times in her life, if she was 2nd wife’s. Was always told no, no, you’re definitely mine.

So, Christmas Eve, she calls my mom and grandfather in to the hospital room and confesses.

I believe this was also the conversation that included ‘you’re not allowed to d** on Christmas and ruin it for the kids’. Because she was kind of awful.”

12. All alone.

“When he was dying of cancer, my wife’s cousin’s husband told me he r**ed his daughter.

Once I recovered from the shock I walked out and never saw him again, but it explained why he d**d alone in palliative care.”

13. Wow.

“Around the time my grandfather was really declining he started making strange remarks about a group of people that we were unfamiliar with, a lot of war stories, as well as the word “Kitchens” over and over.

He started talking about Kitchens, and we just thought it was ramblings and nonsense. After he passed, when we were cleaning out their house we came upon an old family book that was hand written by his grandfather. It was about the Denver boot-leggeers, focusing on a certain character who managed to run one of the bigger bootlegging operations in the area during Prohibition.

Then we came across some pictures in a box with a bunch of pins and a sash that was from the masons. the pictures all had my grandfather and his father posing with family members, as well as a random old guy dressed in what can only be described as a 1940’s era suit and hat that made him look like an old school gangster.

we then found out that there is a house that my aunt used to go to when she was a very young child that was supposedly owned by that old man in the photos. When i did some scoping on the property, it does not have a registered number on the street it resides, and is instead registered as an address that is 1 block over.

The house has no real address, and it is owned by a company that is run by some guy that my aunt and mom know to be related to us.

At this point, we think that Kitchens was a pseudo name for someone my grandfather was associated with within the Masons, and that this Kitchens fellow may be the man in the photos as well as even the inspiration for the main character in the handwritten book we found buried in the closet.”

Now we want to hear from you.

Have you ever had any kinds of confessions like these?

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