Sounds All Rent Out Of Shape
The company I work for deals with Housing. People move all the time, but once in a while, it’s because someone passes away. Because some people try to commit fraud (pretending someone died to dodge paying costs), we are required to get a copy of the death certificate.
I get a notification of someone’s passing, but instead of the certificate, we only get the invitation to the funeral. When we discover this, it’s the time of the funeral, so my coworker sends an email asking for the death certificate. We get no response, so a couple of days later, we call. No contact.
Our procedure tells us to cancel the cancelling of the contract, but we want to try one more time. I finally get a hold of the daughter; she rents with us, as well, and her birthdate says she’s middle-aged.
Daughter: “Oh, eh… the certificate… I didn’t send it? Oh, I have it here… Where is it… Here it is. But how do I get it on a computer?”
Me: “Do you have a smartphone? Yes? Do you know how to take a picture and email that? All right, then just email that picture to [address]. As long as we can read it, it’s fine.”
The daughter promises to send the email straight away! But it doesn’t come. Two days later is the first inspection, so I ask the inspector if she wants to ask for the death certificate. Perhaps the daughter wasn’t able to do it after all.
According to the inspector, this is how the inspection went, paraphrased.
Inspector: “Good morning.”
Daughter: Good morning. Can I help you?
Inspector: “I’m here to inspect the home of your mother. My condolences.”
Daughter: “But my mother doesn’t live here.”
Inspector: “Eh… According to my file, this is the house of [Mother], right? We received a request to cancel the rent because she passed away.”
Daughter: “Oh, she did, but she didn’t live here. She lived [a couple of houses away]. Oh, dear, I have an appointment with the inspector over there now!”
Inspector: “That would be me. Ma’am… which rent needs to be cancelled? Your house or her house?”
Daughter: “Her house, of course!”
Inspector: I see… Ma’am… I’m afraid you cancelled your house’s rent, not hers. But it’s okay; we can revert that! How about we go to your mother’s house together?”
Daughter: “Why?”
Inspector: “To… do the inspection?”
Daughter: “Oh, right! Where are my keys?”
Inspector: “Do you mean the ones in your hand?”
Daughter: “Huh? When did I grab them?”
Eventually, the inspector went with the daughter to the other home and did the inspection. They also went back and the inspector took a picture of the mother’s certificate. They calmly said goodbye.
When the inspector returned to the office, everything went super hectic for a couple of hours to revert one cancellation and start a new one, making sure all was documented.
Because of the gut feeling of the inspector, it was decided a social worker would check up on the daughter, as well. It might have been grief that caused this, but let’s be rather safe than sorry. Unfortunately (but understandable), due to privacy, I won’t be getting any more updates.