You Might be a Little Crazy if…

Crazy shit people file in the County Clerk’s office

We’ve all been there…sitting at the computer or standing at a desk looking through an old deed book in the County Clerk’s office, and you come across a probate (typically where you find the crazy shit) that has something…odd in it. Maybe it’s a little racist (or sometimes A LOT racist), perhaps it’s something amusing but not that offensive, or maybe it’s offensive in every sense of the word…regardless, crazy people have been filing shit like this in County Clerk’s offices all over the country for as long as we have had Deed Records. Most of us have seen some of the really old deeds that convey slaves with the property. It was a different time with a different culture back then, but the crazies are still out there today…filing whatever madness they can get away with.

In Gonzales, Texas I came across a Last Will & Testament from a young gentleman in the 20s that had been declared invalid, so his will actually had no legal standing on his estate, but he was insistent that he was NOT CRAZY. Then he tried to leave the entirety of his estate to some of his imaginary friends and his cat. Next time I pass through there I’ll need to look it up and get a copy to share with you. Over the better part of the past decade since I first started LandmanLife, community contributions have been encouraged. So far no one has given me any money, but I’ve gotten some funny stories (lost most of them), and a couple entertaining PDFs with some of the crazy shit people have found in Deed Records. Today I’d like to share a couple of those contributions with you…


First up is a page from Edward Daskam’s probate which looks like it was filed in Washington County, Michigan. I apologize for the low quality image, whoever sent this to me just took a photo of the computer screen…I did my best to make it easier to read.

Please take note of Articles Seven and Nine…

“Seventh: So there will be no misunderstanding among those concerned, although I have nothing. much to give, devise or bequeath, in the event I should be the owner of any property to me unknown or should any property accrue to me by virtue of any unforeseen event, litigation or otherwise, I wish the fact to go on record that my son Thomas E. Daskam has already received his full share of any property I might have had or now have and more, he got it while the getting was good. Under no circumstances shall he receive another cent. The same thing is true of my daughter Mary L. Hartung and other than the dollar above mentioned, she shall under no circumstances receive another cent.”

“Ninth: To my enemies I give the sum of one dollar to buy a rope to hang themselves. To my friends I give my best regards.”

The Last Will & Testament of Edward Daskam

Sounds like the kind of crusty old bastard you’d get to sign a lease by bringing a six pack of Schlitz malt liquor and a carton of Marlboro Reds, so long as the lease specifically stated that Thomas and Mary would never get another cent if old Edward were to perish from old age or general bitterness. Also, was the one dollar intended to be an undivided interest amongst all of his enemies, or would that be one dollar to each of them individually as their sole and separate property? Only wondering because it sounds like the guy might have had quite a few people that could claim under that Article…


Next up we have one of my all time favorites from the Last Will & Testament of Charles Butorajac (no fucking clue how to pronounce that) from the Township of…Ligonier? In Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania. I’m not sure if 27 inches is regular size or what for an alligator skull but I find it to be oddly specific and it makes me wonder how many other alligator skulls this dude had, maybe I should track down the heirs of Robert Pitler to see if they still have the alligator skull so I can get a photo. I have to say, I appreciate the open endedness of this guys’ gifts in items A through E, and love the fact that he wants all of his items gathered and displayed in one room for each person to make a single selection, the only way he could have made it more fun is if they had to be blindfolded and drunk while making those selections…

You should look up Robert Shamey of 106 Timberline Drive, clearly he was a well known man around town..

“To Robert Shamey of 106 Timberline Drive…for being an arrogant, ignorant, lying, cheating, two faced hypocrite with a warped sense of values, for that you get 1 cent (one penny) to go hell, FUCK YOU Bob Shamey.”

The Last Will & Testament of Charles Butorajac

You have to commend the dedication to his grudge, even after his death he’s still flipping the bird to Bob Shamey. Kind of makes me wonder, did Marvin Heemeyer ever file anything before going all Killdozer on that town in Colorado? Also, do you think that these people are actually crazy, or just really know how to hold a grudge? Props to the attorneys and county clerk people involved with the drafting and recording of these crazy last wishes because I wouldn’t want to tell Charles Butorajac that he should be nice to Bob Shamey…plus I’m pretty sure everyone in town knew the guy was an asshole.


Next up we have quite a few documents filed by a legit crazy person named Frank V. Fisher out of Wetzel County, West Virginia. So I just have to say…anyone that’s not from West Virginia thinks that everyone from West Virginia is either a coal miner/hillbilly/redneck/or one of the crazy people from Deliverance (which was NOT in West Virginia, mind you)…sorry Metalhead, it’s just one of those facts of life. I have passed through West Virginia on a couple of occasions, and while it is beautiful landscape, the places that I happened to stop for gas or food left me with a distinct impression. Walking into a gas station and realizing that out of the 20 or so people inside, you are THE ONLY person not wearing a camo jumpsuit, and everyone is staring at you…that’s an experience not likely to be forgotten. I hope some crazy cult doesn’t come after me for posting this shit because it is next level crazy, and I’m not going to attempt to transcribe any of this because you just have to read it for yourselves. Also…if Orange Energy Consultants couldn’t find me to deliver that cease and desist letter (thanks TitleNazi, I always knew that fucker was a liability), I’m fairly confident that West Virginia cultists aren’t going to have any more luck…

Frank, meet Jack…

If you’re reading this and have some crazy shit that you’ve come across in a deed room somewhere, please share it with us for the next post. Send a message to me, or post something on the forums. I no longer have access to the LandmanLife page on Facebook (long story), so postings there will not actually get to me. A note to Metalhead, tell your buddy that I want to hear more about the dude who slaughtered the goat in his living room on the dirt floor…sounds like a good story. Have his people reach out to my people and we’ll make something happen. Thanks for reading, and remember…

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