During my dad's funeral, I heard that my aunts were talking about my mum's hair and the cutting thereof. They were saying something along the lines of, "If she refuses to cut it herself, we will come and cut it for her."
Now, in the lead up to the funeral, I somehow became seen as the "reasonable" one amongst my siblings, so they tended to pass their most ridiculous requests to me instead of my brothers. And maybe I helped create that situation because I'd always listen and then say I'd see what could be done.