Morris had passed away. As his lawyer stood before the gathered family, he began reading Morris’s Last Will and Testament.
“To my beloved wife, Esther, I leave the house, 150 acres of land, and $1 million.
To my son, Barry, I bequeath my Big Lexus and the brand-new Jaguar.
To my daughter, Shirley, I leave my yacht and $250,000.
And to my brother-in-law, Aaron, who always insisted that health is more valuable than wealth, I leave my treadmill.”
An elderly man lay on his deathbed.
An elderly man lay on his deathbed, surrounded by his wife, three kids, and a nurse.
With a deep breath, he began speaking:
“Bill, you get the Beverly Hills houses.
Mary, the offices in the Center Center are yours.
Debra, the apartments over the L.A. Plaza are all yours.
And my dear wife, you take all the residential buildings near downtown.”
The nurse, wide-eyed, said, “Wow, your husband must’ve been an incredible man to amass so much property to leave behind.”
The wife sighed and replied, “What property? The guy had a paper route!”
