Great outcome and you're a gentleman.

Maybe they are the Matt Helm edition?

Go back and look at the bills and see what year they were printed. It could be interesting. When I was cleaning out my grandmother's house we found $900 in an old envelope in her dresser. Bills were from 1963.

I was going to suggest the same thing about the bills and date.

I am an honest guy, so send it to me.

Dad's money no matter how you look at it. Doesn't matter if he poor or rich.

I don't think the cost of servicing the massive Trump debt is as relevant to this thread as you think it is.

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I was working inside a customers home when I was in my late twenties. When I moved a dresser away from the wall I found a huge roll of bills kept by a rubber band. I don’t know how much there was but the outside bill was $100. Never even thought about keeping it. When I handed it over to the homeowner he told me he used to own a liquor store and would roll all the cash bills up every night and toss them on his dresser when he got home. He never missed the money. He tried to tip me $50 but I wouldn’t take it. I couldn’t see getting rewarded for returning something that wasn’t mine. Especially being in his home. I do believe the karma has been forwarded to me when I dropped my wallet recently and it was returned to me with nothing missing.

You are either honest and have integrity or you don't. It's pretty straightfoward from there imo...

It may have been a test. If you didn't return the money it's a huge fail and written out of the will.

Frankly, if my Dad had been that level of douche, I would have wanted out of the will.

I wanted nothing from him other than, surprise, some guns. I was the Executor and we went over everything well in advance.

If your dad was that level of douche you'd not be the man you are today. And it would show.

So to make a short story long, a colleague’s grandmother died. He and his parents were the only living family and inherited the house and the neighboring properties that the grandmother had owned.

Her and her husband were WWII refugees. No known surviving relatives. They came here, worked and saved. Eventually they saved enough to buy the house they were renting. As they continued to save, they would buy neighboring houses and rent those.

That became the grandparents retirement. The grandfather died and the grandmother continued to collect the rents, often in cash.

As she became older, she started to lose her faculties and became a recluse. Wouldn’t see her daughter or grandchild. Her daughter, my colleague’s mother would buy groceries and leave them on the porch.

Only once she was back in her car, would the old woman open her door to snatch the groceries before shutting the door again.

The old woman continued to get her newspaper everyday and they found out would just stack them, unread where ever she found room.

When the old woman died, they only knew because she didn’t come to open the door for the groceries.

When it came time to clean out the house, they rented a dumpster and started throwing out the newspapers by the armful. That was until they noticed cash floating in the air when the newspapers caught the wind.

They sorted through mountains of papers and ultimately found six figures in cash.


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Sounds like I have that level of douche.

I have a niece who doesn't speak to me. No reason other than her mother hates me, and everyone else too. I have passed to her via another niece, a family diamond ring, family photos and thousands in USD when she was going on a holiday. but not a single word of thanks. So as far as I'm concerned the cats and dogs (SPCA) get all the money.

I apologize in advance for the dirt road I am about to take this thread down. I can self edit if the OP desires.

You didn't make it a test, Bill, you reacted accordingly to the lack of response to your heartfelt gestures.

Bill, you are good to go.

My Dad came to really dislike both of my older sisters because they seemed/were unaware that he was their Dad, not their Mother and he really wasn't interested in their opinions on his choices after my Mother died.

We talked about it a lot because he knew that I was going to have to deliver the bad news to them via the Will. They were mentioned once as his his two female children.

That was it. After that: Nothing. Zip. Nada.

But, and this is key: No tests, no hidden agendas just his desire to be rid of them.

It was interesting.