I kind of think about things like this a lot because of my family. My mom’s parents were amazing. My mom was amazing. Her brother… total asshole. My dad’s parents - especially his mom - were beyond awful. Out of 6 kids, only 2 turned out good, and 1 was my dad. He’s told me so many times over the years how he swore he’d never be like his parents. I’ve wondered before how things might have turned out of my maternal grandparents had been awful and my paternal ones good. I wonder how things would have changed.
Well, he’s got the ubiquitous “other duties as required” part of every job listing covered, anyway.