TALE OF A LOST ESTATE

How much has changed, how much rearranged since you last were here, since you disappeared, just as you feared you would. How easily, legally, your trust was violated. What you stipulated was negated. In death you were eliminated.

Although you did suspect what would happen next, there was no use trying, no point in crying over what you could not prevent as you lay there dying. It was God's intent you be sent where there's no money to be spent. The reason Heaven is so heavenly is because it has no economy. There's no get rich obsession, no fear of recession or depression or need for a confession for committing crimes of passion. or bending laws with hidden clause to cash in on deals where everybody steals because that's how the game is played, that's how the money's made.

The plans for your investments show intent to assure your heir's financial future. But they did not fit in with plans of the kin who will win great portions of your fortune. Your gold, your stocks and bonds will be sold with bold disregard as visions of instant rewards influence their decisions.

And you lay there dying, silently sighing, knowing what lies ahead. The wealth you created soon will be down graded and the securities, all triple A-rated, will be traded and speculated. And dear old heart of gold Aunt Esther will just disappear in the closing graveyard of the Dow.