An elderly man lay on his deathbed, drawing what appeared to be his final, dramatic breaths, surrounded by his weeping family and a deeply moved hospice nurse.
Summoning the last of his strength, he gripped his family’s hands and began distributing his massive empire:
“Bill, you get the mansions in Beverly Hills. Mary, the corporate high-rises downtown are yours. Debra, you take the luxury apartments overlooking the plaza. And to my beloved wife, I leave the entire residential blocks near the city center.”
The nurse, wiping away a tear, whispered to the grieving wife, “My goodness, your husband must have been a brilliant tycoon to amass such an incredible real estate portfolio to pass down to you all.”
The wife let out a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes.
“What portfolio? The idiot had a newspaper route!”
