Of course, they didn't like this. Their other children were thoroughly cowed - still returning to the paternal trough for petty cash donations, well into their 50's. My siblings were heavily into drugs (and still are, from what I can divine) and far-left politics. They were more concerned about who was in the White House than their own personal well-being. It was a bit of a dysfunctional family. And as in most dysfunctional families, the more fucked-up you were, the more attention you got. As a result, I was left alone most of the time.
What's more, it was entirely unnecessary, as my brother could simply be appointed guardian and receive the check from the insurance company and use it to pay off the mortgage on the house (which again, was not really a smart idea, either!).