My father in law is a monk.
He’s a usless bag of shite who is a monk because he was too lazy to get a job and took the easy option of begging for alms every morning instead. He was a crap father before being a monk as well. He spends most of his time stressing the family out by going galavanting around the country not being a monk, getting kicked out of temples and made to go to other temples because he is unreliable.
MIL is ace but mental, she does magic and believes in the healing power of magic etc. Nothing stranger than having her chant incantations over my knackered hand and then blow on it to get it better.
They live about 7000 miles away so it’s ok.