So when I read about this poor bloke who died homeless and penniless, only for it to be discovered soon after that he was in the running to inherit a share of a three hundred million dollar fortune from a relative he didn't even know he had, I was astounded by the irony of it. So close, and yet so far!
Poor bastard. He had happen to him what everyone dreams of, but he didn't even get to live long enough to find out!
Of course it's not likely to happen to me. I'm not even sure where this long lost relative would come from. Our family is pretty well researched, at least for the past few generations, thanks to an aunt on one side and a first cousin once removed on the other. In fact, I think the only person we don't really know that much about is my paternal grandfather.
|My grandfather ... doesn't he |
look like the sort to have
One can dream, I suppose.
But I think if I'm waiting for a rich relative to suddenly appear from Eastern Europe I'll be waiting a long time. Lets be honest here, how many multi-millionaires have you heard of coming from The Ukraine?
But ... just in case ... Aunt Esmerelda, you know I always loved you the most, right?