The attorney squinted at the document, brought it closer, then raised his eyes and said, “Is this a joke?”
“No, Charlie, it’s for real.”
“But you’ve already bequeathed your beautiful home, your possessions, your car—even your damn golf cart. Your two sons should be pleased with that.”
“Of course, they are. They’re very appreciative. They’re good sons, and I’m happy to do that.”
“So, why do this—a can of Barbasol shaving cream for each boy? What’s the point?”
“That’s all my father left for me.”
“In my opinion, it’s a bad joke.”
“Charlie, let’s call it a tradition.”
“No, Charlie, it’s for real.”
“But you’ve already bequeathed your beautiful home, your possessions, your car—even your damn golf cart. Your two sons should be pleased with that.”
“Of course, they are. They’re very appreciative. They’re good sons, and I’m happy to do that.”
“So, why do this—a can of Barbasol shaving cream for each boy? What’s the point?”
“That’s all my father left for me.”
“In my opinion, it’s a bad joke.”
“Charlie, let’s call it a tradition.”
