Hugh Rahn is Connor's favorite uncle, a man who has been dying of cirrhosis
for at least four years now [
archive]. Connor's hatred for the dying man stems from being, "casually [swore] at and saying [he] should give up [his] writing for good" and for
getting yelled at when he eats all the mans Candy Corn. Even Connor's grandmother will join in on the hateful abuse, the pair of them telling Connor he was a fuckup for calling random family members and telling them about
how much he masturbates and throws up at olive garden [
archive]. Reality, as always, proves the harshest enemy that Connor must face.
Uncle Hugh used to live in Arizona
before his tragic demise required his relocation [
archive] into the Bible household, instantly throwing it into disarray. We discovered that in actuality, he is a
broken down mafia don who rules the household through fear [
archive] and the "Bible Code Of Silence". Connor's parents began fighting again, most likely due to his menopausal mothers insane delusions, and this allowed his uncle (who's dying, as Connor helpfully reminds us), to tell him that
jokes calling veterans terrorists aren't funny [
archive] and
to threaten to beat him regularly. This in turn stopped Connor's progress with Redesigning Eva in 2012.
Not everything is bad, though! Even as Connor's uncle continues to harass him, they with his grandmother all enjoy
a rousing viewing of 2001: A Space Odyssey [
archive].
Little is known about his time before living in the Bible household. We do know Uncle Hugh appears to be unmarried though it is undetermined if it is by death or divorce. Though we are unable to find many records for his time out in Arizona, we might speculate that he worked in the landscaping / contracting business there as well. Hugh currently runs Rahn Specialty Greenhouse out of the Bible household, and it's possible that Connor's philandering father works with him part-time between gigs as an EMT. We do know that Hugh loves his mother nearly as much as he loves candy corn, and he hates when fat 22 year old children cry about things on the internet.
In some ways, we are all a little like poor dying Uncle Cirrhosis.
