Mr. Smith is on his deathbed and knows the end is near. A nurse, his wife, daughter and 2 sons, are with him.
He asks that 2 witnesses be present and a camcorder in place to record his last wishes, and when all is ready he begins to speak:
"To my son, Bernie, I want you to take the Mayfair houses."
"My daughter Sybil, you take the apartments over in the east end."
"My son, Jamie, I want you to take the offices over in the City Centre.
"Sarah, my dear wife, please take all the residential buildings on the east bank of the river."
The nurse and witnesses are blown away as they did not realize the extent of his real estate holdings, and as Mr. Smith slips away, the nurse says, "Mrs. Smith, your husband must have worked very hard to have accumulated so much property".
To which the wife replied, "The SOB had a paper route."
That is good—kinda reminds me of my wife’s uncle who divided his estate equally for nine heirs.
His “real estate” consisted of a 1920s fixer-upper in the slums and a dilapidated cabin in the middle of the VT woods (up a mile long mud “road”, no electricity or other utilities).
After legal fees the nine heirs got very small checks.