By Julian Delasantellis
Had not the joke ended so badly with the tragedy of Anna Nicole Smith [1], the story of the old, conservative captain of banking or industry throwing away all his probity and industry at the end of his life used to be quite humorous.
Picture a painfully dry, dark-paneled lawyer's office. The memorial service for a late local potentate, attended by the mayor, and all the town's various prelates, has finished, with but one formal ritual left to attend to - the reading of the will. A stenographer keeps the record.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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