I didn’t know Derek before our road trip. He was just a fellow traveler, splitting the cost of gas with another hitchhiker, Jenny, and me. When we stopped for the night, I accidentally overheard his conversation with Jenny. That’s when I realized Derek wasn’t just a random stranger—he knew Jenny before the trip and had planned our meeting! But why? A shiver of unease ran through me…
I’m a young journalist with a passion for uncovering the truth. I was excited but nervous about my latest assignment: investigating a mysterious house where a young girl had died under unclear circumstances.
My budget was tight, so I put up an ad in a local bar, hoping to find someone to split the cost of gas. Unfortunately, no one responded.
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The next morning, I found myself at a quaint café in the suburbs, sipping a strong cup of coffee and going over my notes. The smell of freshly baked bread filled the air, making it a bit easier to push aside my worries.
I’d been waiting for a potential travel companion who called early that morning. When I answered and realized it was a man, I immediately told him he would probably be rejected. But he insisted on meeting and asked for just five minutes of my time.
Just as I took a bite of my toast, a young man approached my table.
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“Hi, are you Emily?” he asked.
I looked up, slightly startled. “Yes, that’s me.”
He gave a small smile. “I’m Derek. I called you earlier this morning about the ad. I’m heading in the same direction and thought we could travel together.”
I studied him for a moment. Derek was tall, with a rugged look that suggested he had seen more than a few adventures. His dark eyes held a hint of mystery, and his posture was relaxed but assured.
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There was something about him that made me uneasy, but I couldn’t afford to be picky.
“Uh, sure,” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “I could use the company.”
We sat and talked for a bit. Derek was reserved, sharing little about himself. His answers to my questions were short and vague.
Despite my unease, I couldn’t deny that having a travel companion was practical. The trip was long, and having someone to share the driving and expenses was a relief.
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“Why are you heading that way?” I asked, hoping to learn more about him.
He paused, looking out the window before answering. “Just need to get away for a while. Clear my head.”
I nodded and didn’t press further. There was something about his tone that suggested he wasn’t telling the whole story, but I decided to let it go.
We did some shopping together and then hit the road.
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I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was making a mistake, but I pushed it aside. I had a job to do, and Derek was my best option for getting there.
Little did I know that this decision would lead me down a path of unexpected twists and revelations, starting with a curious incident at our first stop.
***
As we drove down the long, winding road, I tried to make small talk with Derek. The silence between us felt heavy, and I hoped to ease the tension.
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“So, Derek, where are you from?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the road.
He glanced at me, then looked out the window.
“A little bit of everywhere, I guess. I’ve moved around a lot.”
I nodded, trying to get him to open up more.
“What made you decide to move so much?”
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Derek shrugged, his expression unreadable.
“Just never found a place to settle down, I suppose.”
I sensed he didn’t want to delve into his past, but my curiosity got the better of me.
“What do you do for a living?”
He hesitated before answering, “Odd jobs here and there. Nothing permanent.”
I felt a pang of unease. His vagueness was unsettling.
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“Any family or friends you keep in touch with?”
Derek’s jaw tightened. “Not really. It’s just me.”
The more he spoke, the more I regretted taking him with me. The air in the car grew tense, and I focused on the road ahead, my mind racing with doubts.
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After some time, we pulled into a gas station. “I need to stretch my legs,” I said, trying to shake off the unease.
Derek nodded and stayed in the car while I went inside to use the restroom.
When I returned, something felt off. My bag was slightly open, and my papers were not as I had left them. It looked like someone had been rifling through my notes.
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I glanced at Derek, who was casually leaning back in his seat, seemingly unaware of my distress. My heart raced with suspicion, but I kept quiet.
As I was about to get back into the car, I noticed a girl standing by the convenience store entrance. She looked lost and somewhat anxious.
“Hi there,” I called out. “Are you okay?”
She turned to me.
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“Oh, hi! I’m Jenny. My ride left me here, and I had no way to get to my next stop. Could you possibly give me a lift?”
Jenny seemed a bit ditzy, but harmless. I weighed my options and decided it might be safer to have another person with us.
“Sure, Jenny. We’re heading that way. Hop in.” I showed her the back seat.
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Jenny’s face lit up. “Thank you so much! You have no idea how grateful I am.”
As we drove off, Jenny sat in the back seat, chattering away. She talked about her plans, her favorite music, and her cat named Muffin. Her bubbly nature provided a stark contrast to Derek’s brooding silence.
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“So, where are you guys headed?” Jenny asked, leaning forward.
“I’m writing an article about a mysterious house where a young girl died,” I explained. “It’s a bit of a creepy story.”
Jenny’s eyes widened. “Wow, that sounds intense! I’ve always been fascinated by mysteries. What about you, Derek? What brings you on this trip?”
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Derek turned slightly, his expression still guarded. “Just needed a ride. Emily was kind enough to let me join.”
Jenny seemed satisfied with the answer, but I could see her stealing curious glances at Derek. Her presence made me feel a bit more at ease, but the nagging feeling that something was off with Derek never left my mind.
As the miles stretched on, I couldn’t shake the sense that this trip was about to get a lot more complicated.
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***
We arrived at the house late in the evening. It loomed in front of us, a dark silhouette against the dimming sky.
Derek suggested we stay the night since the nearest town was 30 miles away. I felt a chill run down my spine at the thought. Though I was scared, Jenny assured me it would be fine, and we could lock our bedroom doors. I reluctantly agreed.
While Derek and Jenny prepared a meal from our shopping list and vegetables they found in the garden, I wandered around the house, taking in the eerie atmosphere.
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The house was old, with creaky floorboards and dusty corners. I pulled out my dictaphone and began recording my observations.
July 11 – 21:46
[Click, creaking floorboards]
“This house belonged to a man who lived here with his wife.”
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[Footsteps]
“He killed her for infidelity and was convicted of premeditated murder.”
[Sneeze]
“Excuse me, there’s so much dust here. There’s a photo on the shelf. Let me see…”
[Rustling of paper]
“Oh my god… it’s Derek. My travel companion is the same guy accused of murder!”
[Click]
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I stood frozen, staring at the old photograph in my hand. It was unmistakably Derek, younger but him, with a woman who must have been his wife.
My heart pounded in my chest as I pieced together the implications.
Downstairs, I heard Derek and Jenny chatting. Their voices were low and casual, but now every word seemed charged with hidden meanings.
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I took a deep breath and decided to sneak down quietly, hoping to learn more without alerting them. The old floorboards groaned under my weight, but I moved as silently as I could, hugging the shadows.
The closer I got, the more their conversation came into focus. Jenny’s giggle sounded forced, and Derek’s tone was unsettlingly calm. I pressed myself against the wall outside the kitchen, straining to catch their words.
“…she’s suspicious,” Jenny was saying.
“Doesn’t matter,” Derek replied smoothly. “We stick to the plan.”
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What plan? What were they up to?
I edged closer, my breath shallow.
“You think she bought it?” Jenny asked.
“She will,” Derek said confidently. “She has no choice.”
I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. I had to know what they were planning, but I had to be careful. One wrong move, and they would know I was listening.
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Suddenly, Jenny’s voice changed, becoming more serious. “And if she finds out the truth?”
Derek’s answer was chillingly calm. “We’ll deal with it.”
A floorboard creaked loudly under my foot. The conversation stopped abruptly, and I heard chairs scraping against the floor as they stood up.
“Emily?” Derek called out, his voice dangerously close.
I had to act fast. I quickly slipped into a dark corner, hoping they wouldn’t see me. My heart pounded in my ears as I tried to stay perfectly still.
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“Did you hear that?” Jenny whispered.
“Probably just the house settling,” Derek said, though his tone suggested he wasn’t convinced.
I waited, my breath held, until I heard their footsteps retreating into the kitchen. Only then did I let out a sigh of relief, though my mind was still racing.
What had I gotten myself into? And what were they planning to do with me?
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***
Thinking they hadn’t noticed me, I cautiously descended the stairs, each step echoing in the old house.
Suddenly, a hand clamped down on my shoulder. I spun around, my eyes wide with fear as I faced Derek. Jenny stood behind him, looking equally startled.
“Why were you sneaking around?” Derek’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on my shoulder.
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“I wasn’t sneaking,” I stammered, trying to sound brave. “I heard noises and got curious.”
“Curious, huh?” Derek’s voice was cold. “Well, now that you’re here, why don’t you join us?”
He guided me into the kitchen, not giving me a chance to resist. Jenny stood awkwardly there, her eyes darting between us. The dinner was waiting at the table.
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I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. “What’s going on? Why are you really here?”
Derek exchanged a glance with Jenny before speaking. “We need to talk, Emily. You weren’t supposed to find out like this, but you’ve left us no choice.”
My heart pounded as I waited for an explanation, the tension in the room thick and suffocating.
Derek began, “I followed you because I couldn’t risk you writing another defamatory article about me. My life has been ruined by lies, and I need you to hear the truth.”
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Jenny stepped forward.
“I was at the gas station to make sure you wouldn’t be afraid to travel with us. We needed you to stay here overnight so we could explain everything.”
I shook my head, disbelief and anger surging through me.
“You manipulated me, invaded my privacy. How can I trust anything you say?”
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Derek’s expression softened. “Please, just listen. I’m not the monster they made me out to be.”
The room fell silent as I processed their words. My mind raced with questions, doubts, and fears.
Could I trust them? Did I have a choice?
“Fine,” I said finally, my voice trembling. “Explain everything. But this better be good.”
We sat down at the table, and Derek took a deep breath, ready to reveal the secrets that had brought us to this point.
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***
Over dinner, once we had all calmed down, Derek recounted the story of his wife. He explained what really happened.
“My wife, Laura, died in a tragic accident,” Derek began.
“We argued, and I stormed out of the house, leaving her behind. Our neighbor saw me leave, she can confirm that. When I returned, I found her at the bottom of the stairs. The authorities ruled it an accident, saying she must have slipped and fallen. But her sister, Clara, never liked me and seized the opportunity to accuse me of murder. She convinced the media to publish lies, portraying it as a deliberate act.”
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Derek paused, his voice heavy with emotion. “I still blame myself for what happened, for leaving her alone. But I can’t bear another round of lies and accusations of intentional murder. I need the truth to be known.”
I listened intently, the pieces of the puzzle starting to fit together.
Derek continued, “The trial cleared my name, but the damage was done. Clara’s influence made sure everyone believed I was guilty. The articles painted me as a monster.”
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Jenny nodded, her eyes filled with empathy.
“We knew you were writing about the house where it happened. We wanted to make sure you heard the truth, not just Clara’s version.”
I felt a bit of guilt and understanding. “I’m sorry, Derek. I judged you based on what I read. I should have looked deeper.”
Derek gave a small, appreciative smile. “Thank you for listening, Emily. That’s all I wanted. Let’s have dinner, I’m so hungry!”
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During the meal, we discussed everything that happened. Derek shared more about his life since the incident, the constant shadow of suspicion hanging over him. Jenny added details about Clara’s vendetta and how it had affected them both.
I decided to help Derek restore his reputation.
“I’ll write the true story,” I promised. “People need to know what really happened.”
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The atmosphere lightened. We were no longer just strangers thrown together by circumstance; we were allies with a common goal.
Jenny, Derek, and I agreed to continue traveling together for a while longer. We wanted to ensure Derek’s story was told accurately, and in the process, we found ourselves enjoying each other’s company as newfound friends.
The road ahead seemed less daunting, knowing we had each other for support.
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People Reveal the Craziest Wills They Ever Saw
From disowning a child to secretly leaving everything to a stranger, people have written many unexpected things in their wills that are only revealed to their family members after their demise. Many times, people have used this closing act to take revenge on their loved ones.
With age, many people tend to think about what would happen to their loved ones after death. They know there’s only much they can do to support them, and with that comes the thought of writing a will. The final document decides what would happen to their assets and property after their death.
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Many people write their will when they are healthy and doing fine, but others do it after the doctors tell them they don’t have much time to live. Some divide their assets into parts and leave them for their close ones, while others write something unpredictable that shocks their family.
Netizens on Reddit shared some of the craziest and most bizarre things people wrote in their wills. Many of their family members had no idea what was coming their way.
Comments have been edited for clarity and grammar.
1. The Unexpected Trust Fund
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u/scarlett_pimpernel: I am a qualified solicitor. A lady wanted to create a trust fund of £100,000 for her pet fish. When I asked if it was a particular type of fish, she confirmed it was just an ordinary goldfish.
She wanted it to be fed fresh avocado daily and looked after by a local dog walker after she died. She was absolutely serious.
2. No One Knows about Her
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u/scarlett_pimpernel: Another lady confessed she had a secret daughter and wanted to leave the daughter some money and photographs without the rest of her family finding out. Even her husband does not know. That will be a fun conversation when she passes away.
3. The Lucky Man
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u/mommy5dearest: I worked at an attorney’s office, and a little older lady gave her house and belongings to a bus driver.
She did it because he was nice to her and would help her. We were all waiting for hell to break loose when her family found out.
Her family can contest it. I was a witness to the signing. She seemed fine and knew the answers to the questions, so she wasn’t having mental problems as far as we could tell.
4. The Interesting Clause
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u/WanderCold: I was in my early twenties when I was forced to write a will because of the health insurance I got at work. I discussed it with the in-house lawyer, who approved this specific clause to be added to my will.
The clause read, “My funeral wishes are that I should be buried in a coffin which has been springloaded, such that opening the coffin would cause alarm to future archeologists.”
Then, a bunch of stuff about if this is too costly, I’d be cremated and have my ashes scattered in a specific place.
5. Don’t Forget My Horse!
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u/gabberrella24: I work in probate. The oddest thing I’ve seen in a will is to euthanize their beloved horse, have it cremated, and its ashes scattered with the decedent.
Lucky for her horse, she named a horse that was already dead when she passed away, so the one she got afterward lived to see another farm.
6. A List of Strange Wills
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u/PirateRobotNinjaofDe: Lots of people send their friends and family on weird errands to spread their ashes (leaving money for people to take trips and spread their ashes around the world).
Pet trusts are a fun one. People leave a whole whack of money in a trust to be used for the care of their pets during their life.
However, my favorite ever (that I obviously didn’t draft) was a lawyer who left the bulk of his estate (millions in today’s dollars) to whatever Toronto-area woman had the most children at a specific date some years later. I recall the winner had 10.
7. My Grandfather’s Wish
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u/snoboreddotcom: A few hours after my grandfather’s death, my grandmother came to me with a navy-blue tie featuring pink elephants.
Ridiculous looking, but she said he wore it to intimidate people in business, as someone willing to wear such a ridiculous tie doesn’t care about what people think. That scares people. He wanted me to have it so I could do the same.
8. Different Wishes
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u/ALighterShadeOfPale: I work for a lawyer who does wills. We’ve had a lady put in her will that one of her adult sons would receive his share when he visited a dentist, and the other son would get it if he lost 70lbs.
Another lady put in her will that she wanted her cats cremated with her when she died. We told her that would not happen since human and animal remains are not cremated together. So, she settled on cremated separately and joined together, then buried together.
9. The Long Will
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u/ALighterShadeOfPale: Typically, wills are about ten pages long (for an average person), but a woman once wrote 56 pages.
She detailed EVERYTHING from her house to people. For example, she wrote, “wooden ladle to ____, toilet paper holder to ____, magazine basket to ____.” She did this for every single item in her house.
10. She Wanted to Be with Her Husband
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u/ALighterShadeOfPale: A lady told us to put in her will that she wanted to be buried on her property next to her husband. She lived on a small rural property.
It’s totally illegal to have human remains buried there. She refused to tell us whether her husband was cremated or not and said she did not want to be cremated.
Edit: Her husband had died 5 or 6 years prior. So, it’s not as though it was 50 years ago when things like that may have been a little overlooked.
11. Some Good People
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u/ALighterShadeOfPale: We had a man put in his will that his family was to go to the zoo immediately after his burial (that day). We thought that was heartwarming.
Besides that, we work with many people from a particular religion. Many people we write wills for leave at least 90% of their estates to the church instead of their families.
12. The Elvis Impersonator
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u/whatshisfaceboy: I’m not a lawyer, but I have this story of my rich uncle. He would visit us when we were kids, maybe once every ten years. The last time he did, he brought us to a Denny’s.
When he died, he had no friends. Besides that, his wife died due to substance abuse, and that was because of him. He left his entire estate to an Elvis impersonator. Everything.
13. The Only Beneficiary
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u/AnotherDrunkCanadian: I used to work at a bank in the estate department. I was an administrator who had to manage the files, including encroachments upon the capital, i.e., “I want to take some money out now, please.”
I had this one account – a multi-million-dollar trust for one single beneficiary – the son of the deceased. Everything about the account looked fine until I learned the child was behind his parents’ death and pleaded insanity.
He was in a mental hospital and called the bank once a year requesting $50 for commissary (to buy chips and gum).
The call was always strange. He was very polite, but the quality of the call made it sound like he was far away from the phone.
14. They Wanted to Take Revenge
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u/Dr_BrOneil: Last week, I handled a matter where the parents left millions in artwork to various people and wads of cash to various charities. Meanwhile, their kids got the family cats as revenge.
It turned out they did it because the kids got them the cats to comfort the parents in their old age. The parents hated the cats, but the kids wouldn’t let them get rid of them.
15. He Wanted to Give Them Something
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u/gaurddog: My great uncle’s official will stated that the contents of his outhouse would go to the City Council of a nearby town after they had tried to take his land twice to build a new water treatment plant.
He spent several years fighting eminent domain claims and wanted to give them something in return. As a joke, his kids boxed up all the books and magazines in the outhouse and dropped them off at City Hall.
16. The Man Was Clueless
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u/[deleted]: I am not a lawyer but work for a will writers/trusts specialist in the UK, currently studying toward my TEP.
One of our earlier clients passed away recently. Turns out the man she left almost everything to, including the residue of her estate–which was considerable–was her regular taxi driver.
She had also named him as her executor. He had no clue. The woman named as her executor and primary beneficiary in her previous two wills, a close friend of many years, was understandably flabbergasted and contested the will.
We responded to her solicitor’s Larke v Nugus request, informed Mr. Taxi Driver (who didn’t even know our client had passed), and the will was upheld.
The friend mentioned above was left a legacy of £5,000 if I remember correctly, but her nose was clearly out of joint.
Bonus observation: It takes a lot less than £ 5,000 being up for grabs to make families turn against each other. It can get really nasty. This is one of the most startling things I’ve learned in my short time in this business.
17. Hidden Fortune
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Deleted user: So, my grandma, bless her heart, lived in this old, run-down trailer for years. Dirt poor, but you wouldn’t know it by the way my husband acted.
He was like a cat on a hot tin roof, waiting for her to pass. He had this wild notion in his head that grandma was sitting on a hidden fortune and that he’d inherit a ticket to Easy Street when she kicked the bucket. Cut to the will reading day.
My husband’s practically rubbing his hands together, telling me, “Sugar, put on a smile, we’re about to be rolling in dough.” We get there, and the lawyer’s all business, asking, “Who’s the ‘husband’ there?” My guy steps up: “That’s me. Is there a problem?”
Then my jaw hitting the floor. The Lawyer: Not at all…The last will of grandma states that the grandma has a hidden fortune. However, it’s to be inherited by the husband only if he fulfills three specific conditions. Otherwise, the entire estate goes to the local animal shelter.”
First, he must live for a year in her old trailer, maintaining it without any modern upgrades or outside help. Second, he’s required to volunteer at the animal shelter every weekend for the next two years.
And finally, he must write a personal essay on the value of humility and compassion, to be read publicly at the shelter’s annual fundraiser.
My husband’s face turned from greedy anticipation to utter disbelief. Grandma sure knew how to teach a lesson from beyond the grave!
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These stories shared by Redditors prove that being a part of someone’s will can make your life better or destroy it forever. It only takes a few sentences to change people’s lives if one decides to mention them in their will. What’s the most bizarre thing you have ever read in someone’s will or heard about? We would love to know about it.
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