Uncle Phil knew they'd never find the money trail. Well, at least not until it was too late. They didn't deserve it and none of them were getting a cent.
He wouldn't be around much longer. The damn emphysema was making sure of that.
He may be almost blind but he wasn't stupid. He knew they were taking his pills from him. Slowly at first so he just felt like he was being forgetful but now he knew what was happening. He would run out soon. It didn't matter anymore. He leaned back in his chair and smiled. Mother fuckers!