Grandparents have a particular way of teaching us things, even if they’re not here anymore. Some of these senior citizens outplayed everyone, proving that Grandpa and Grandma know best!

Some people below were reluctant to learn from their older and wiser relatives, but that didn’t stop these grandparents. Let’s take a look at these lessons, especially the 5th story, where Mr. Wilson proves to be smarter than two burly bouncers.

1. My MIL’s Twisted Game to Control Our Lives from beyond the Grave
Hey everyone, my name is Jerry, and I need somewhere to unload this or, maybe, you’ll think I’m the jerk. Regardless, my mother-in-law, Linda, went mad!

And I can’t express how much she ruined my life, despite being dead! I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, so let me explain.

Ever since my wife passed, it’s just been me and my son, Kevin. We’re not exactly living the Pinterest-perfect life—our place was a bit messy, and dinner was often heated up in the microwave.

As you can probably guess, Linda always had a ton of comments about how I was doing things and rarely missed a chance to point out how terribly I was raising my kid.

After she passed, Kevin and I were sorting through her things at her house. I was relieved, honestly, but my son was distraught.

Kevin was really close to his grandma, and it hit him hard. But while looking around, trying to find mementos to keep, he yelled, “Dad! There’s something inside!”

I was dealing with something else and didn’t see Kevin unearthing a mysterious box stashed inside Linda’s old, beat-up sofa. This couch was a monstrosity, tattered and old, but she never threw it out.

So, Kevin opened the box and discovered a letter and a bunch of official-looking papers.

Look, I didn’t know about any of this at the time, but my MIL had a whole plan cooked up. The letter addressed to my kid explained that the official-looking papers were supposed to test me.

She wanted to make me look like I was about to inherit a bunch of money if I stayed away from Kevin. My MIL told my son to hide the letter and give me the documents without saying anything. But the letter also said the papers were false. But of course, I found out about this little test only much later.

Without the context of the letter, when I first saw the documents, I thought our lives would be set. I mean, no, I don’t consider myself the world’s best father and I might get a little too distracted with football. But still.

I thought I could get the money and take care of Kevin financially while keeping with MIL’s wishes. I swear, that was my plan when I met up with a lawyer to check the documents.

That was exactly what Linda thought I’d do. Even worse, while I was caught up in this, Kevin felt more alone than ever. My MIL had poisoned his mind against me in that damned letter!

But the worst part was that Linda lined up a new family for her grandson. The gall of this woman! She had convinced Denise, a nurse she knew from her assisted-living facility, that I was unfit as a father.

Denise and her husband, Miguel, were ready to step in and adopt Kevin if I failed Linda’s twisted test. Finding out about all this felt like a punch in the gut. Especially because it was too late by then.

It’s one thing to think your MIL doesn’t like how you do things, but another to find out she went this far to get Kevin away from me. Now, I’m trying to make things right with Kevin, showing him he’s my number one priority, not some inheritance.

I didn’t get any money either, by the way. IT WAS FAKE! It was all so Kevin would trust two strangers over ME!

But man, it’s hard. The whole thing has destroyed me because my son lost his trust in me. He’s spending most of his time with Denise and Miguel for now, who are honestly great people.

But he’s my SON! So, I’m all ears for some friendly advice or just a bit of support. Or am I wrong to challenge this?

Jerry’s late MIL had her own ideas for young Kevin’s future, and Robyn was about to discover that her deceased grandfather also had a big plan in store for her, starting with bees.

2. A Beehive Business, a Treasure Hunt, and a Lost 17-Year-Old Girl
Hi, there! I’m Robyn, and here’s how I learned never to mistrust my elders again. My grandpa, Archie, recently died, and his lawyer gathered us all for the will-reading.

Grandpa ordered that all his money (we’re talking: millions!) should be evenly divided between my three siblings. But as the youngest and still a minor at 17, I would get only the old, shabby apiary.

For those who don’t know, that’s the area where people keep beehives. Anyway, that decision hurt me a lot because I was the one looking after him in his last years.

Still, I was ready to accept it. However, when everyone left, the lawyer asked me to stay.

He said: “Your grandfather loved you the most. He wanted to keep this a secret from your siblings. Here, take a look.”

The lawyer gave me this letter. At the time, I was frankly over it. I took it home and placed it somewhere near the apiary.

I just wanted to mourn and move on quickly. But one morning changed everything. See, my parents died when I was little, and I was sent to live with Grandpa and Aunt Daphne, who raised me.

After his death, Aunt Daphne was up in my business. She thought I was slacking too much. But it was my senior year!

She micromanaged my life way too much and ordered me to take care of the apiary as my grandfather had shown me when I was younger.

Honestly, I was more worried about an upcoming school dance and my crush, Scott, than some bees. So, I half-heartedly promised to check on the bees “tomorrow.”

At that moment, Aunt Daphne got really emotional, and as a cynical teenager, I had no time for that. I left her looking sad and rushed out to catch the bus.

The next day, Aunt Daphne doubled down on her lecture about me ignoring my responsibilities, and out of nowhere, she grounded me!

All over this beekeeping business. I argued, tried to bargain, and lied that I was allergic, but she just told me to suit up and deal with it.

So, I went to handle the bees, nervous because I hadn’t done it in years. I DID get stung. But I kept going and something wild happened.

While moving the bees, I spotted Grandpa’s letter again, the one the lawyer gave me, but the envelope had twisted, opening the lid.

I reached inside and discovered it was a hidden map. But much more! It was a treasure hunt route!

I was hooked. I ditched the chores and followed this map through the woods, ending up at this old gamekeeper’s house, just like the ones Grandpa used to tell stories about.

It was surreal, stepping into a scene from his tales, feeling like he was with me, still laughing and full of life.

In there, I found a dusty old metal box with another note from him, telling me there was a special treasure for me, but only to open it when my journey was truly done.

Typical, Grandpa Archie. Teaching me a lesson.

I tried to stick to his rule, but after getting seriously lost in the woods with no way out in sight, I panicked and opened the box.

Inside was just a jar of honey and a photo of us together. It hit me hard—Grandpa’s real lesson was about hard work and value.

So, I went back to find my way back to the house, and I remembered all his advice about staying calm and not giving up.

Eventually, after some terrifying moments where I thought I was done for, I found a bridge that led me back to safety.

Aunt Daphne was worried sick, waiting for me on the back porch. I raced into her arms and apologized for everything.

She hugged me back, kissed my head, and told me that Grandpa always knew I’d figure things out.

Now, years later, I’m fully in charge of that bee business and teaching my own kids about what Grandpa taught me.

Looking back, I’m amazed at how much those lessons shaped me.

Robyn learned what treasure truly means from her grandfather, but Hugo was about to discover the meaning of love and sacrifice.