My Last Minute Will and Testament Before

I Go Under The Knife

      I had been scheduled for an operation to strip out some veins that I had blown out when I was on a military exercise at Onslow beach. I had been hunkering down mostly on my left leg as I filled sand bags for eight hours. The strain blew out the valves in many of my veins in my left leg. They had gotten so bad that they hurt terribly during the past year. For the twenty some years previous there was never any pain, but finally they begged to be stripped. I had been too busy or sick to get my last will and testament written up before the operation. At the last minute I wrote my last will and testament just before my operation.

I was sitting in the waiting room waiting to be called in, waiting to be operated on. I felt that I had a good chance of dying on the table, and part of me wanted to die on that table. I thought my poor health would help that along.

      I wrote down in my notebook that Jeb was to get my half of the properties that we owned together. Phoenix was to get my entire weapons collection, my weight equipment with a value of $15,000.00, and half of whatever we had together. My Brother Geraldo was to get my motorcycle and truck and half of my life insurance policy. My Mother was to have my other half of my life insurance policy and all of the properties that I owned by myself, except for the Olive street place and the four-plex. I knew she could find a reputable property management company to take care of the properties. The Olive Street place was to go to my friends Debbie, Nola, Georgia, and Marybeth. This place was paid off completely and I wanted them to have a place to live and when they could all decide to sell it they would share in the profits equally. In the Will I assigned the four-plex to go to Jon Lynch, Chris Lynch, John Mullen.  I left my extensive collection of collectables that Larry and Harry also enjoyed to be split between the both of them.

      Since Larry had drove me to the hospital he was the only one I knew that was around as I finished up the will hand written in triplicate. I didn’t want him too see it, because I didn’t want him to see what I was designating to my other friends. I felt I was giving what was appropriate to each friend or family member. I felt bad that I had not given enough wealth to give to all of my other fiends or family, but I figured that the others were doing well and/or I had nothing that was appropriate for them.

      As luck would have it, and without more than a little bit of fate, (Not that I believe in fate), Pricilla Clemons had just came out of the operating room for one of her problems. Her husband Anthony was with her and it was said that he was going to come to the plant. I asked him and Pricilla to read the will and sign and date it as witnesses.

      Then I signed it and dated it. I felt a weight lifted off my soul, (If I had one). I could die on the table and my Mother, my friends and family lives would be somehow enriched by the efforts of my life. I felt that was something.

      I put the three copies in three separate envelopes and addressed one to my lawyer, the other to my Mother, and the other to Jeb. I gave one envelope to Larry to mail to Jeb if I didn’t make it, and the other two to the woman at the front desk in case I died on the table. 

      Well those letters were never mailed for obvious reasons. I woke up feeling dizzy and nauseous and I felt dismayed that I had not died. I figured that if I died on the table my soul would not have been damned to the lesser planes, (If I had a soul and if there are really other planes), and I knew that my death by a mishap on the operating table would not be taken so badly by my family and friends as a suicide. I would have to bide my time, and plan what I was going to do about living or dying. I gave my letters of my last will and testament to my lawyer to keep in the event that the day came.