Both of my Father-in-laws were great guys unless you talked to my Mother-in-laws.
When Stan, my first FiL, passed away, I think I was the only one that cried. He was a coarse old !@#%$er. He'd been a boat builder up in NY and had moved his family down to St. Augustine in the early 1970's. The 70's fuel crisis put a damper to the pleasure boating industry, so Stan went into the land-clearing business. A couple of dump trucks, bulldozers. etc later, he'd built his own little empire. Unfortunately, some of the folks into refuse disposal also followed him down to Florida and ran him out of business.
My second FiL, Leroy, was a "deadbeat Dad" until Hunter was born. Mary Ellen, my wife's mother, packed Diana and her sister up and left. Leroy liked to booze it up a bit and it got to the point Mary Ellen had enough. She moved herself and the kids from Chicago to Quincy, FL, then Tallahassee, and finally Montgomery, AL.
Leroy, it seems, had a big problem with the fact that Lee, my sister-in-law and my wife's older sister, had married a black man. After Diana gave birth to our son Hunter, I got Diana back in contact with her father, and subsequently, him back in contact with his other daughter. Leroy has since passed away, but I think he was glad to know he had some great grandsons.
RIP Stan and Leroy! Have your Gin and Tonic and Old Style, respectively speaking, and smile down on us!