Summer 2009 Sly has given Primo a copy of the will. I, being the nosy nellie that I am, have read it cover to cover and back again. How on earth did an English professor at a fourth rate public college who didn't publish (he was, however, an excellent teacher, or that's what he tells us) ever amass such an estate?
Union is how. (Because academics should be unionized?) Union and a state that lacked even a scintilla of fiduciary responsibility to its taxpayers. But that's a different story.
Primo, who is supposed to execute the will*, gets nothing unless all four grandchildren die before he does.
It's their money and they can distribute it how they want. I really and truly believe that.
But I also think that for all the crap they put Primo through that he should get more of their estate. At least, if he is supposed to execute it, he should. They have told him he gets almost everything, but I had business law in college and in grad school and boy, that is not what that will says.**
Then Sly tells Primo that maybe Sly should set aside $(A lot thousands) and have Primo divide it among Primo and his two brothers as Primo sees fit.
"I don't like it. What do you think?" Primo asks me.
"Bad, bad idea," I answer. "Unless you want Ted and Jack and their families never to talk to you again. There is no way you could divide that money that would make everyone happy."
Primo agrees. Tells Sly thanks, but no thanks.
* Sly maintains that he is giving Primo a great honor by appointing him executor. After googling the responsibilities of the executor, I realize that it's a great pain in the neck, but also realize that we can hire someone to do most of the work and pay the fees out of the estate. Why Sly can't hire a lawyer to be executor I do not know.
** Sly is in the very bad habit of signing legal documents without reading them.