Melvin loved money. A successful commercial attorney, at first he enjoyed making the money he made from law suits into suits. He would stare at himself in the mirror, dressed in a nice three piece made of twenties, and feel a thrill. In time, he grew to love money so much that he ate it. He preferred hundreds, nicely washed with a taste of Caesar dressing.
His unusual dietary habits actually attracted clients. They figured anyone that hungry for money was their kind of lawyer. Sadly, it was doomed. He could not keep himself from eating, and as it grew worse he began dining on withdrawals from his clients’ accounts. He kept putting off his clients, giving them table scraps, but one day several of their new lawyers turned up angrily at his office. Melvin shoved thousands of dollars into his mouth in front of them until he turned green and paper thin and anti-counterfeiting measures appeared across his face and then Melvin was lying on the floor, brittle and wrinkled.
The other attorneys looked at Melvin a long time, then took him to the park and had a lovely and delicious picnic.
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Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Story: Making A Statement
Once upon a time a billionaire learned he was soon to die from cancer. He became determined to make a statement with his death, and for society to recognize he was useful (beyond generating wealth for himself).
Without a care for the economic consequences--he had not become a billionaire by being sensitive to the needs of others--he began to liquidate his holdings, turning his hotels and factories and farms and stocks into gold bars. The sudden massive sales caused markets to plummet, leading to a severe Depression.
Meanwhile he constructed a huge crypt made from gold and stored the gold bars inside. Gazing upon the completed glittering crypt, he was filled with both disease and confidence. He would soon die but his statement about wealth would live forever, and his use to society would be recognized.
While the billionaire gloried in his crypt, an citizen walked by who had lost his life's savings in the Depression. Recognizing the billionaire, he became enraged. The billionaire backed away from him, slipped on the sidewalk, fell, cracked his skull, and died.
The Foundation looking after his crypt implemented his wish to make a statement
with his death by having him cremated and, on every anniversary of his death, sprinkling his ashes on the sidewalk where he had slipped, until he ran out. It was many years before anyone slipped on that spot again.
Society had finally recognized a use for him.
Victor Schwartzman
victors@mts.net
Without a care for the economic consequences--he had not become a billionaire by being sensitive to the needs of others--he began to liquidate his holdings, turning his hotels and factories and farms and stocks into gold bars. The sudden massive sales caused markets to plummet, leading to a severe Depression.
Meanwhile he constructed a huge crypt made from gold and stored the gold bars inside. Gazing upon the completed glittering crypt, he was filled with both disease and confidence. He would soon die but his statement about wealth would live forever, and his use to society would be recognized.
While the billionaire gloried in his crypt, an citizen walked by who had lost his life's savings in the Depression. Recognizing the billionaire, he became enraged. The billionaire backed away from him, slipped on the sidewalk, fell, cracked his skull, and died.
The Foundation looking after his crypt implemented his wish to make a statement
with his death by having him cremated and, on every anniversary of his death, sprinkling his ashes on the sidewalk where he had slipped, until he ran out. It was many years before anyone slipped on that spot again.
Society had finally recognized a use for him.
Victor Schwartzman
victors@mts.net
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