My brother, Alex, received this fascinating and highly amusing fax last week regarding my untimely death and an official invitation to benefit therefrom.
Good brother that he is, Alex inquired after my health; I replied that I was feeling fine. And actually, now that I reflect upon it, somewhat flattered in the error, or more precisely, the scam. Two of my favorite writers, Mark Twain and Henry Adams, were mistakenly identified as deceased in their early old age, so heady company, indeed.
The specifics of my alter ego’s life and passing raised a smile
The transaction pertains to an unclaimed “Payable on death” (“POD”) savings monetary deposit in the sum of Eleven Million, Five Hundred & Fifty Thousand, and One Hundred United States Dollars ($11,550,100.00). The policy holder was one of our clients, Late Dr. Charles BOROWICZ who was a real estate investor and precious stone dealer. He was a Covid-19 Victim. Who died about 2 years ago. Since His death no one has come forward for the claim and all our efforts to locate his relatives have proved unsuccessful.
and the thought “who thinks this stuff up?” Someone with more imagination—and effrontery—than intelligence, I suspect, unless, of course, this ruse actually worked. But that would speak more to the victim’s lack of intelligence than the grifter’s.
Still, one is tickled to have been done away with so casually and so deviously. But for the record, this report of my demise has been greatly exaggerated, as has my net worth, alas.
