Do you think your ancestors are proud of you?

Like a few of your ancestors got together to look up the state of the bloodline, do you think that when they get to you they'll shake their heads in shame, or cheering you on. And how creepy is it that they might decide to look you up when you're having some alone time? And then they stalk you, because they're ghosts and have nothing else to do. And they're like "it ain't creepy because the blood ain't "that thick" anyway, and henceforth, isn't creepy". But that makes it all the more creepy. And your other ancestors start to worry about that one creepy ancestor that has developed an unhealthy obsession with you, and stage an ancestor intervention. And they banish the creepy ancestor to the other side of the planet, but because they're ghosts they can phase through solid rock and appear from under your bed, like a ghost, because they are a ghost. And you have no idea about them and you just live your life to your fullest, completely unaware that your have this ghost from your bloodline that's silently haunting you without your knowledge. And it begins to resent you for it because the forbidden love is totally one-sided and absolutely unrequited. So they mess up your life by hiding your keys and making your food expire before the best by date.
And this goes on for years, decades even. And now the ghost is this decrepit soulless husk that's has turned into a corrupt specter and has invaded your very mind and now you have no control over the things you do, or the thoughts you think. And the life you now live is a total lie and you're a ghost of your former self and the ghost has you by the soft bits and it's twisting those bits and relishing in your pain and struggle to break free and rejoin the living. But you can't, because the world is uncaring and you're just a single noodle in a planet sized bowl of ramen, baby, and we all get eaten up.