No will left, he whispered to no one; nor wish, or ‘want to’…hardly strength to wave farewell.
He hadn’t updated his Will, written and filed somewhere…forgotten, just as he’d mislaid his last named beneficiary…
Certainly it was someone he’d shut out of his life, no longer communicated with—an imperfect situation, as legalities (and matters of the heart) go.
What the heck, everything he owned was pretty much crap, regardless.
Leave it for the next tenant, maybe they will have need of it—the impoverished view any gift as blessing.
Hopefully they won’t inherit the curse, Will thought, and closed his eyes on a sigh.
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