The last Will and Testament of Mr Bliss: Chapter One- Prologue
One by one, the sad, unsmiling people filed into the office of Thackary Hart, the non-magical solicitor that for some strange reason, Mr Bliss had chosen for his lawyer. The lightest, happiest thing in that room was the pale grey carpet. The office itself was a light, happy magnolia; it seemed almost obscene in light of the event which was taking place. The walls were at contrast with the dour mood that permeated the room. Clearing his throat, Thackary began to speak.
"It would seem, ah, that the deceased Mr Bliss has chosen a rather, um, unconventional way of informing his beneficiaries of the items they shall receive. He has taken it upon himself to write letters, which he wishes for the recipients to read when they are alone. I realise this was not what you were expecting, however, as always, the deceased's wishes will be honoured." A small murmur of assent ran round the room, not populated by more than fifteen, but still crowded beyond measure.
Thackary stood up, and began to distribute letters.