Few people do what I do. Few people could handle the situation I
put myself in time after time. Few people even know about this
job; which is what keeps it in business. To do what I do you have
to be strong, persistent, and have a certain charm.
You think you want to know what I do? You think it sounds like
I guarantee you, once I tell you; you will all look at me
differently, as if I am a sick, disturbed person. But that's not
how I see it; I see it as me lifting an unnecessary burden off of
I am The Inheritor. Are you wondering what that is? Would you
like me to tell you?
It's pretty simple really, but it takes a lot of planning. You
have to have an uncanny ability to make people want to please
I go to places, nursing homes usually. I visit for a few weeks;
observe. I find out who has family, who doesn't. Who's sane, who
isn't, who's lonely. Then, I begin talking to these people. This
is where you might find it hard to continue. Older people love to
tell their life stories, their unaccomplished dreams, the things
they'd like to do over. For a normal person, sitting there in a
plastic white chair for hours, listening to these people go on,
getting to really know them would make you too weak for
this job. Not me, the secret is to pay close attention to the
facts. Remember their kids names, their loved ones long gone,
their hometown, but forget the emotional side of all these
things. I'll excuse myself to go to the restroom every once in
awhile to jot these things down; they later get translated into
my binder where everything is organized. Then I review the facts
until they are stuck in me.
Of course you have to act caring; bring them their favourite
flowers or read to them. Play a game of cards with them, remember
their birthday. These things make them feel loved.
Love. People are so easily fooled to believe it is so simple, to
believe it even exists. To love and be loved is everyone's goal.
Not mine, my goal is to take care of number one, me.
Taking care of me doesn't always prove to be so easy, I like nice
things and I hate most jobs. I love socializing and I have an
addiction to shopping. I need money to spend freely on things and
I don't want to work too hard for it.
This is how I became The Inheritor.
Are you still confused on what I do? Honestly, how do you not get
To put it bluntly, I "befriend" people that are close to death,
rich people. I get them to sign me onto their will. I inherit
their money, land, belongings, etc.
Wrong? Maybe, but think about it, what are they really
going to do with the money when they are gone? Exactly. Nothing.
And if their family doesn't care enough to see them, at least I
made them happy in their last stage of life, right?