Savoring the taste of the raspberry preserves, Mark redirected his thoughts. Why be morbid when he could be waggish? Time to write a will that would make sure the vultures that remained of his kin wouldn't see so much as a ha'penny when he passed. Just imagining the look that would form on Janice's face was priceless.
Even better - he would bequeath little worthless items to the relatives that irked him the most so that it would be obvious he hadn't neglected to consider them. Now, what could he leave that would cause Janice absolute mortification?
