Yesterday I called my brother to tell him about Grandma and he hung up on me.
I called him back and said something along the lines of,
"Look, what I have to say is important, dammit, so why don't you pull your head out of your goddamn ass and listen for thrity seconds. Grandma is dying, and I don't expect you to care or do anything. You can do what you always do and flake out. Don't worry, you don't have to lift a finger. I'll be there when she dies and handle everything. Just though you wanted to know you self absorbed asshole."
And then I hung up on him. I don't think he'll be calling me anytime soon.