Oh Brother
Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 9: Epilogue
Breaking her back was hard on Mom ... I’d have to say.
She quit. Life wasn’t fun any longer. Constant pain and the accompanying opiates left her out of sorts. She did manage to hold on for four years.
She’d been taking a reverse mortgage on her house and spending the money on clothes she didn’t wear and sold at her annual garage sale. I think it was her charitable good work.
When the end came and she was laid to rest in her prepaid lot in the prepaid coffin of her choice after her prepaid funeral, we ... the survivors ... gathered at the attorneys for the ‘reading’ of the will, the lawyer opened a surprisingly thin envelope, read the document and wiped his face. He took off his glasses, polished them, picked up the letter and read;
They say, you can’t take it with you. I agree. You can’t. But that doesn’t mean you have to leave it behind. It’s all gone kids. Spent every damn penny, the car is leased, the reverse mortgage people get the house. Bye.
Complete and utter silence.
The lawyer put the letter back in the envelope, put the envelope in his briefcase and left the room. Such was the shock that nobody noticed.