My father told me a fascinating story where my grandmother could have been prime suspect in a murder case.
Among the family friends there was an older man, single and childless.
One year my grandmother invited him to celebrate Christmas with the family since he didn’t have any family and used to spend Christmas alone.
The thing was that the guy was a stingy fellow that hardly even eat to save money. So when he arrived to my grandmother’s overwhelming Christmas dinner that he got for free, he ate. And he ate a lot.
And died the following day.
Now it turned out that this stingy fellow had a fortune on the bank.
The man’s will was opened before the funeral to see if my grandmother or her family benefited by the man’s death.
That was probably the only time my grandmother was happy to not be mentioned in a will.
4 comments:
Good morning, Desiree,
What a wonderful story! I can almost feel your grandmother's sense of relief. Sometimes life is unbelievably ironic and strange. I suppose that's the reason I never can remember which came first: "life imitates art", or "art imitates life"!
I've just done some quick browsing of everything I missed while I was dealing with that nasty hurricane.
I'll be back to leave a comment or two on other blog entries that really piqued my interest.
Welcome back Shoreacres.
I've followed your dealings with the hurricane on your blog. I'm amazed and impressed that you still wanted to blog. But it's a way to deal with it too, I guess.
Hi Désirée,
Thanks for your sweet comment on my post about the surrealism.
I now watched your blog and I like it a lot. I congratulate you with your inspiration to write movie scripts. I'll go and read it soon because the first part i liked a lot and want to read it all. I whish you all the best inspirations and creativity to continue with your great work!!
Have a good weekend!
Thank you very much. Glad you like it so far. Your blog is very inspiring for me.
Have a happy weekend you too.
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