You Can’t Take It with You.

 

For long hours of driving down the long road, Roberto Smith felt the urge to go to the comfort room. It was late and the gas stations he passed by had closed. He went past the speed limit that a police highway patrols was soon trailing him.

Roberto stopped, got out of his car and mumbled his apologies to the highway patrol who understood the condition of his urgency. Roberto continued his search for a comfort room and his search ended in a funeral parlor.

“Of course you may,” the manager politely said, “but please sign first” Roberto couldn’t figure out why he had to sign.

“Why do I need to sign? All I need is to use the comfort room,” he impatiently said.

He was about to ask for directions leading to the comfort room when the manager said further, “Please writing in your full address as well.”

Getting more irritated by the minute, he reluctantly wrote down his address on the book.

“Thank God” he finally uttered as he was led to the comfort room.

Before he dashed out of the funeral parlor, he however went for a quick look at the deceased.

A month later, Roberto received an urgent call from a stranger who simply identified himself as an attorney. The attorney said, “I represent the funeral home where you stopped to use the comfort room a few weeks ago. Please come to my office this Thursday at three in the afternoon.”

Badly shaken, Roberto didn’t know what he did. As was told, he showed up at the attorney’s office. He was surprised to see both the highway patrol and the manager of the funeral parlor.

Pointing a finger at Roberto, the attorney asked, “Is this the man who signed the book?”

“Yes,” the manager answered.

The attorney went on. “I have been authorized by the court to read the last will and testament of Mr. Ben Miller. I guess you didn’t know Mr. Ben Miller, did you? “Not at all, sir,” he answered with surprise.

“He was a very wealthy man. However, he did not have any family and was highly disliked, practically shunned by the towns-people. Mr. Miller has authorized me to be his executor. This is the shortest will of testament I have ever received. It reads simple…

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  • tiana on Feb 25, 2010

    lucky for him

  • jone on Feb 25, 2010

    sometimes people overlooked this kind of fantasy. Hope it would happen on me

  • molin on Feb 25, 2010

    too good to be true for that lucky person.

  • butey on Feb 25, 2010

    Bad person can tell no tales like that. Would that be possible?
    Anyway, its just a story.

  • Karen Gross on Mar 3, 2010

    Loved the surprise ending. Guess it pays to do what people ask of you.

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