Deathbed Confessions

What happens when there's nothing left to lose?

No consequences.

No reputation to protect.

No tomorrow.

Deathbed confessions are raw, unsettling, and deeply human.

They reveal the truths people were never brave enough to say while living.

This episode dives into the kinds of secrets people wait until the very end to reveal...

Would you tell the truth — or take it to the grave?

Have a story or confession? Send it my way. Letsgetweirdishpod@gmail.com

Transcript

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Everyone has secrets. Some are small, a hidden regret, a quiet betrayal, a truth. We were too afraid to say out loud. Most secrets stay buried, locked behind lips, sealed by time, and carried straight to the grave. But sometimes at the very edge of life, when the clock runs out and the weight becomes too heavy to hold people talk. If you were on your deathbed, what would you confess and who would you tell? tonight we're stepping into the world of deathbed confessions. The truths people only reveal when they have nothing left to lose and no tomorrow to face the consequences. I'm your host, Amanda. Welcome back to Let's Get Weirdish. What's up guys? Happy Monday, my Louisiana people. If you still don't have power, I feel for you. I'm in Texas and while we had a ton of ice, we never lost power, so I'm thankful for that. I am gonna go ahead and throw this out there. This episode is not for kids. Not that many of them are, but I do know some kids listen. so if you've got one sitting next to you, go ahead and tell'em to skedaddle. Have you ever thought about what it would be like the moment that you're gonna die? I know I have many of times. While I don't have any deathbed confessions, I always wonder what my last words will be. Famous last words, if you will, but I got curious, and you already know I went straight to Reddit for this first part. We're gonna be under the Ask Reddit subreddit. What is the most shocking thing someone confessed while on their deathbed? Our first one comes from Bacca Flaca. My uncle's Last words to my aunt, he said. Don't let the fucking mortician take my gold teeth, and this is eight years ago. Can you imagine if she still had those gold teeth right now? Coy and Vance responded, that reminds me of my grandma's funeral. My brother and I offered to help carry the casket from the funeral home to the hearse. The undertakers asked me and my brother to wait by the door as they closed the casket for the last time. I always wondered if they stole granny's diamond ring when our backs were turned. Ugh, I would hope not. I actually closed my daddy's casket, so nobody, nobody took anything, as far as I know. Anyway, and while this doesn't have anything to do with anything. My granddaddy never had adult teeth. He only had baby teeth. I guess he didn't have any adult teeth underneath. And you hear about that happening, but how many people actually know somebody that that happened to me? I did. This one is from John, babe. My mother died when I was 11 of stage four cancer. While she was on hospice at home, my grandmother on my dad's side was standing by the bed. My mom woke up heavily medicated and pointed at my grandma and said, what are you doing here? I never liked you. That one is too good to me because there is so many people I would probably say that to on my deathbed. I'm not even gonna lie. You know who you are, all of you. This one is from pick and chooses. My mom told me about the death of her father, my grandfather, and his last words to her. She said he was on his deathbed and it was obvious he was nearing the end. He motioned he, he motioned her over to tell her something. She went over, leaned in close, expecting some declaration of his love for her, Or some deeply insightful info. Instead, he said The good family silverware is hidden in the ventilation system. About 15 feet from the furnace. She looked at him like he was crazy, and he said, what? We travel a lot, and that's where I hid it. That's just expensive. He died the next morning. He had to make sure she knew. He was looking out. This one is from Serene 86. My mom's aunt was dying and she revealed she had the hots for my dad for years. She claimed to be mad that he never married her after divorcing my mom since she had some money to her name. No. If he would've been smart, he probably would've. This one is from osa. I met a lady on a train to Edenborough who was really nervous because she was on the way to meet her brother for the first time in 70 years. Her parents had told her that he had died when he was one, but they'd given him away because they couldn't afford so many kids. She didn't find out he was still alive until her mother confessed it on her deathbed. Wow. I can't even imagine finding out that I had another sibling at that age. This is from Mama Cazo. Me and all of my cousins were gathered around my grandfather's hospice bed as he laid there dying. Each and every one of my cousins, there's a lot of us, gave him a kiss and tried to talk to him and say that we loved him, et cetera, but he wouldn't respond to any of them. Just stared That is until I came up, I sat on the edge of his bed holding his hand. Everyone was watching us. He looked at me and said, I don't like Mexican food, and that was it. That sounds like me and my granddaddy. If you hear all that squeaking, one of the doors on the outside of the camper is broken and the wind is blowing and it is creaking every time the wind gusts by. So I apologize. This is from Cat Maniac. I had a hospice patient who asked every day, is it December 13th? She had been doing this since mid-November. We hear this question multiple times a day. Every day and just assumed it was a family member's birthday. December 13th, finally rolls around and she died. Well, you know what they say when you know, you know this one is something else. This is from Kalin. My mom was from China, though we are now happily residing in a European country. We went back to China for my grandmother's last few weeks as she was dying from terminal cancer. On my grandma's last days, she requested that my mom stay with her alone. And it was only then that she revealed that my mom wasn't her biological child. My grandma confessed that she had bought my mom from a child trafficking ring, which was common in China. Because she had tried for many years and still couldn't get pregnant. My mother cried a lot, not only for the unimaginable pain that her biological parents likely went through in thinking they had lost a baby, but also for the fact that my grandparents have went beyond to treat my mom as their little princess. They literally did treat my mom as their own. They were never abusive and only gave her the very best in life. They even willingly sent my mom to the US for university education. Even though they aren't rich by any means. Wow. You hear about that kind of stuff, but dang. This one is from a Hoyer Fancy pants in Norway. In 2005, a man asked his nurses to invite the police over to his room. Then he confessed to sexually assaulting and killing two girls almost 30 years earlier. Not only that. But another man had been convicted of both crimes and spent 18 years in prison. this is the real deal guys. There is an article link right here. I'm sure you can Google this and it pulls up everything. It's freaking nuts. This one is really too good to my soul just because of all of our Hispanic friends. This is from Miss Lady Face. My husband's Aunt Mexican family confessed to him on her deathbed that she had spiced her tacos with Kroger brand taco seasoning. He's still a little shocked about it sometimes. Must have been eating her up, man. This one is sweet. This is from, say my name Sebastian. My grandpa's brother died of Parkinson's a couple of years ago. He was on hospice and all of his loved ones were there to comfort him before he passed. He was incoherent his last couple of days, but just before he died, he sat up, looked at an empty corner and said, mom, you came from me. Laid back down and died with a smile on his face. That is so sweet. His mama came to get him. This one is from Nick with a K. My grandmother asked my mother to go clean out her special toys from her nightstand. Before the rest of the family went through the house after she died, my mom thought it was hilarious. I died a little. I can imagine you did. My friend. This is from hippie dippy Dippy, and this isn't necessarily on her deathbed, but it needed to be shared. It was a few months before she died. My grandmother told me she peed on her mother-in-law's grave. She said, son of a bitch deserved it. She was a little nutty, and I have a deep streak of her madness flowing through my vein. This is from secret Toldi. As my mother lay in her hospice bed dying of cancer, she beckoned me closer to her and said, I've hidden the money. I've hidden the money in the, she was having trouble speaking and getting breath, and her voice was cracking. She tried one last time. The money's in the. She closed her eyes, her breath stopped and her head slumped on one side. A few seconds later, she burst out laughing. She was pranking me. She died three days later. This is how I wanna go. I hope I know I'm gonna go and I can do this to my kids. That's, I just, that's the dream. This one is from Ninja dk. My mother worked as a nurse in the biggest hospital in Copenhagen. A dude is terminally ill with cancer, has his wife, children, and an entire family next to him. He decides before he dies that he was gonna phone the girl he was cheating on his wife with to meet up at the hospital when the entire family was there. My mother had to move the entire family into another room when she showed up because of the massive shouting and hysteria. What a selfish prick he was. Hmm. This one is from sometimes comments. My grandpa said, if it's the last thing I do, I'll get that man at the bottom of the sea. He was in the Navy in his younger days. Not sure how to avenge him. This is from a deleted user. I'm a bit late for this, but better now than ever. My grandfather died a few years before I was born on my mother's side. He did a lot of things in life, had starter stock in Coleman and invested in the original plastic milk cartons. That's pretty cool actually. He was a wild and adventurous man, but he was also a heavy alcoholic and smoker. Every Saturday morning he would go to a small donut shop in Massachusetts. Can't remember exactly where. I'll have to ask later. Smoke a pack of seeds and eat a dozen donuts. This guy weighed 180 pounds. I don't know how he did it on this particular morning. He wasn't feeling like himself, and he even told my grandmother that this might be the last day he's alive. After taking a sip of coffee in the shop, he looked at the clerk and said, well, this fucking sucks, and his head went straight into the cup of Joe. He died of a pulmonary embolism on the spot. Jesus. Well, like I said earlier, when you know, you know, man, this one is from another deleted user. My girlfriend told me that her grandfather's last words was a joke in response to his nurse. The nurse asked him. The nurse asked him, how do you feel? He replied with my fingers and then died. These are my kind of people. This one is from We Kitty, 93 a year or so before my grandfather died of lung cancer. He said that there was something he wanted to tell me but then wasn't the right time. Fast forward to the last time I would ever speak to him. I was going to tell him that my boyfriend had asked me to marry him. Grandpa would be the first to know, but he says he has to go pee and he called back to talk. I quickly asked if he remembered that there was something he was going to tell me. He chuckled and said, now's not the time after he hung up, he apparently was unable to move himself well Where he was transported to hospice, where he died before he made it to his room. I still have no idea what he wanted to tell me and I regret not telling him about my fiance or making him tell me anyway that would eat at me. I would, I would want to know. That would probably drive me crazy, honestly. This one says, I had a client, a 90-year-old male confess to his wife and children on his deathbed that while he was away on business, he obtained another family, and then incidentally lived another two years oopsies. This one is from Minta Forest. My grandfather lived into his nineties. According to my grandma, his last Lucid words, the day before he passed, he called out Unoo my pants. Not very profound, but very memorable. Right before my granddaddy passed away, actually. Um, he kept going, hush Nancy. Hush Nancy to my nana, and I wish I could have been there to hear that. Ooh, this one is from Blue Maria. A nurse once shared that an old man confessed to sabotaging his brother's parachute during World War II because they were in love with the same woman. His brother died and the woman married someone else. Anyway, he said he lived with the guilt every single day. Hmm, I bet you did. My friend. Bet you did. This one is from ary. Context. My mom was the last person I really had close in my family. Sort of a deathbed confession. My mom, after she died, left me her will and a letter. In that letter she told me I was adopted. This is after I'd asked repeatedly over the years if I were adopted. Functionally. Everybody that knew, my parents knew that messed me up pretty good. Not gonna lie. So if you, my dear Redditors, have an adopted child, please tell them before you die. This is this, this is a whole different thing, but I've just, it just came into my mind. And if you know me, you know, I've gotta say what I'm thinking. So I found out, gosh, how old am I? I'm 34. I think it was like right before my 30th birthday, I think it was like right before my 30th birthday that my mother, whom I do not have a relationship with and haven't for a very long time, had been telling a man for like over 10 years that he was my biological dad. He wasn't. I had to have a DNA test done. And of course when I told my daddy he laughed and was like, yeah, sounds like something that your mom would do. But um, no, I'm your daddy and I know the exact date that you were conceived and told me about that day. So cheers to me. I guess I'm glad to have the memory now that he's gone, but yuck. This one's something diligent, add 59 79. My patient told me to tell her daughter she was right the whole time, so when she came in, I did. The patient had just passed. The daughter stared at me and became upset and yelled that I was lying. So I just stood quiet and left the room. Apparently the lady wasn't her biological mom and she had kidnapped her. The daughter did a 23 and me and found out about some relatives, and the mom never admitted it. I wish I could have found out more. Uh, yeah, fam I wish you could have found out more too, because I, I need to know, This one is from Turbo Axer. My ex's grandmother told me that she hit someone with her car and kept driving, thinking they were an animal later, finding out that one of her friend's husbands was walking home drunk after spending time with a buddy, was hit by a car and it was most likely him. He recovered, but was permanently messed up and had issues walking and with pain for the rest of his life. No one believed me when I told them. She said that. So if that was your ex's grandma, is that why she broke up with you? I'm curious. This one is from a deleted user. My mother ran a nursing home growing up from ages five to 10. I spent every weekend with residents because I was a kid. Residents often confess stuff they thought I wouldn't understand. This woman was dying. She was maybe about 96, even had her last burst of energy slash life where she thought she was better, which is common. A black delivery man came with some flowers after he left. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, I can't believe I'm dying with, without having been with a colored man. Regrets. This one is from motor Possible. I had an uncle who was a heavy drinker and known for being a bit crazy, wild, not mentally unwell, although I suspect the latter was also true. Anyway, at one family party the morning after a mattress in the house was found stinging of pee, no one knew who the culprit was. And he naturally got the blame, though he vehemently denied it. His last words on his deathbed were, it wasn't me that pissed the bed. So it clearly bothered him for years that he had been blamed for this. I, I think that's where we're gonna leave it guys, if you have any deathbed confessions from your family members. Send them my way to, let's get weirdish pod@gmail.com or if you have some confessing to do yourself, email it to me. put in the subject. You wanna remain anonymous or send it from a throwaway email. I wanna know we can do a whole episode about it if you are gonna die tonight. What would you have to confess? Until next time, keep it weird.