35 Shocking Secrets That Crawled Out Of The Closet After Someone Died And Left Families Gasping

My father, in the late 50's, helped rob a bank in New York. He drove the get away car.

He did the full 5 years he was sentenced to because every time he got asked about the guys he worked with he said nothing.

My grandfather was a great guy, who was also kind of crotchety.

He died on December 30th. For as long as I knew him, his birthday was December 31st. We all wished he lived one day longer to see his next birthday, or at least die on his birthday like Shakespeare (because that's poetic).

When we were cleaning out his stuff we found his birth certificate. Low and behold he was born on December 30th. He hated parties so much that he always lied about when his birthday was, so that he only had to celebrate one. My mom even thought his birthday was December 31st. He lied to his own children.

But at least he died on his birthday like Shakespeare.

edit: fixed a word.. because December 30th doesn't k**l.

My Grandfather died when I was a toddler, he had been married 3 times and had 3 sets of 3 children. Approx 25 years after his death another child comes forward, she was put up for adoption. My mother nor the other 8 of her (half)siblings knew anything about her before she found them.

Also my Grandmother (the aforementioned grandfathers wife) had a secret child herself as a teen. Apparently it was a secret teen pregnancy and she was sent away to have the baby and for it to be put up for adoption. They were in contact though, there are pictures of them together, right up until my G'ma died. Apparently my G'ma thought the family would never understand.

Also to add to the confusion my Grandfather and Grandmother were actually never married - he did marry the other 2 women he had 3 children with. G'ma just took his name and lived like a wife/divorcee.

A couple of years after my grandfather died, I found out that he worked for NASA/ICBM program during the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Apparently he was taken away during the crisis in an unmarked car right when it first started. He wasn't allowed to talk about where he went and who he was with.

Also, when he was being looked at for this job, the FBI or CIA like stalked him for over half a year to make sure he wasn't a bad seed. But one day, his neighbors across the street called the cops on said FBI or CIA agents because they have been parked outside her house for like a month. My father said that the altercations between the cops and agents was pretty funny and awkward.

I wasn't particularly close with my grandfather, I was young when he died, but as he was well... dying, he had to have a breathing tube put in. After he died, the doctors presented my grandmother with his false teeth.

Apparently, when he was 21, as a birthday present, his father had taken him to the dentist to have all his teeth pulled and have false ones put in. No one knew, including his wife and all his kids. Apparently this was common practice.

So this will likely get buried, but I'm bored in class so what the hell.

My best friend passed away last year. After she died, I found out she was a lesbian, and she had been in a relatively serious relationship with a girl from her home town. Most people in her home town knew, but I - one of her closest friends at college - had no idea she was gay or in a long term relationship.

I don't really care about people's sexual orientations. But I was really hurt that she hadn't told me about her girlfriend or her sexual orientation. I shared everything with her - literally EVERYTHING. I wish she could have felt comfortable enough to tell me about someone who, clearly, was so important in her life. It was especially rough since everyone from her home town - even those she hadn't been as close with - knew about all of it. I ended up feeling a lot of doubt and question about how close we actually were.

Anyway, that's my experience. I know it's probably not as entertaining as other answers, but there ya have it.

In India, January 2013, both of my grandparents died just hours apart. At the time, my mother and I were told that my grandfather died of a brain hemorrhage and my grandmother died in her sleep. My aunt and uncle flew from England (where they reside) to India when they heard my grandfather was in a coma from the hemorrhage.

This year, my mother began talking to a man in India who was one of my grandfather's best friends. This man was with my aunt and uncle during the time of their death.

According to this man, my aunt and uncle woke up and found my grandmother dead in her bed and just left her there. They didn't do anything about her dead body for hours - they just left it in her bed. While my grandmother's corpse was still in her bed, my aunt and uncle went to the hospital to see my grandfather. The doctor said my grandfather would come out of the coma soon and would be fine. But my aunt and uncle decided to pull the plug on him anyways.

They went back to the house, and one of the housemaids showed my aunt that my grandmother's dead body was foaming at the mouth. My aunt took her scarf, wiped away the foam and kept the scarf there to prevent anyone from seeing the foaming.

So basically my aunt and uncle k****d my grandparents.

We found letters from my opa to his girlfriend. Except they were dated around the time my oma, who he was still married to, was dying of lung cancer in the hospice. My opa was kinda a d**k at times.

I found out my beloved great grandfather was, um... "friendly" with his daughters... It changed the way I looked at my entire family.

My grandfather passed a few years ago. My mother and I have been working on our ancestry and we found out that my grandfather ran booze in Far Rockaway Beach with every big name booze runner in New York during prohibition. We always knew my grandfather had a past drinking problem and couldn't ever touch the stuff again but he never spoke about how or why he developed the problem.

I found out my father was gay. It explained a lot about his depression and a*******n issues.

That my mom had a brother. My uncle was the black sheep of the family, ran away after high school, in and out of prison his whole life, you get the idea.

Not a shocking one but my aunt died when she was 18, she'd been smoking since she was 11/12 and my Grandma only found out when she went to collect her stuff from the hospital. We used to come up with the dumbest excuses to get away and smoke I don't know how she never realised.

I learned my great uncle had never been married, died virgin, and was gay.

I work at a TV station. I had a co-worker — a producer and reporter — who absolutely loved Oprah and everything Oprah-related. After she passed, I found out she was actually working part-time at Harpo on the weekends the whole time, but told almost nobody here because she didn't want anyone to think she didn't care as much for us.