remember a strip that I read in a TBO. They were two friends who were on the street and one of them borrowed money to another. "But man, by God. For money we will not discuss you and me. How much are we talking about? "Two million pesetas. "Let's discuss.
Serve as strip TBO prologue to the story starring an elderly couple with no children. He hails from a town call A. His wife is from a neighboring village to call B. All his life has lived in Where now, in his later years, are cared for by nephews and other relatives. The husband is an iron. The woman character was always sickly. Of course, the husband died first. Two months was survived by his wife. I am no expert in law or inheritance but is that the woman inherited her husband and all the relatives of the village B were the legal heirs of the good woman. These relatives, after a lifetime ignoring his aunt, presented themselves very pricked the funeral and in a gesture of great generosity informed To the people who, because they had care of the two elders was also logical to stay with their belongings. But when one is generous it is with all the consequences, and the people were relatively generous B because they did not forget to ask-because, how much? And when they learned of the stud-discuss answered. We need to talk. And you can see who spoke. And the relatives of the people to be left with the satisfaction of accomplishment and the memories of the years shared with her beloved uncles who both were enriched in their spiritual life. The rest is what the people were relatives B. Stories
kindreds and inheritance. For four dollars the brothers no longer speak. For a set of dishes and towels are generated resentment for generations. Anywhere, in any family disputes become irreversible. And a tabletop battles with others (and themselves) of this type is usually very pleasant. Another I liked was the bachelor uncle of seven nephews. The guy is already quite old. A few nephews deal with it. The rest is not. Uncle dies leaving all his nephews as heirs. The night of the funeral the nieces who, incidentally, never took care of his uncle want to force a meeting to make the division of the property and leave it all signed.
- Could it be tomorrow? We spent the night watching the guy. We care of everything. We are tired. Let's leave it for tomorrow.
"No, it must be now.
"Please.
"Now."
"Then it will be tomorrow.
"Now."
-morrow.
"Now."
"Well, now or ever.
Some thirty years later the guy's house is almost in ruins. Their land is completely abandoned. The current account has been dwindling with contributions and other fees and is almost zero. As time has passed and no one is immortal and not seven people who would have to agree but forty-two. And, well, it's time to fix that. And they start to move. And hire lawyers. And talk to one and all. And it sets a date for signature. And it takes the signature of all. And everyone seems to agree. Everyone? All are great. All too many.
"For the memory of my father, now or ever! Same
the next generation does agree. There will be many more. Have nothing to share.
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