Funny Last Wills Town Of Salem นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“A Good Samaritan and a thoughtful humanitarian.” “But humble. Don’t forget humble.” The humor was still there in his deep voice. “I figured this town has had enough gossip where the St. Croix River Blues are concerned, so why contribute more where I don’t have to?” Hannah was surprised to hear the laugh—her laugh—as she said, “First of all, if you wanted to spare us that, you should have stayed back on your farm. Not that it would matter. This town thrives on speculation. It will never have enough. If not about you, then it would be about something else. And if you think for one second that no one knows you’re skulking around down here after dark, well . . . you don’t know small towns as we

“Is everyone ready?” “Yes,” they all mumbled and nodded. Mr. Chadwick cleared his throat. “I, Walter Lee Dawson, of New York, New York, do hereby declare this to be my last will and testament. Being of sound mind, not acting under duress or undue influence, and fully understanding the nature of extent of all my property and of this disposition thereof, hereby make, publish, and declare this document was made with free will and I hereby absolutely revoke any and all other wills and amendments previously made by me.”

Damian Marley, a resident of New York City in the United States, being of sound mind, not acting under duress or under influence, and fully understanding the nature and extent of all my properties and of this disposition thereof, do hereby make, publish, and declare this document to be my last will and testament, and hereby revoke any and all other wills and codicils heretofore made by me either jointly or severally. At the time of executing this last will, I am married to Lila Smith. I have a son, Ethan Marley. I willingly appoint Bar. Joe to be the executor and administrator of this last will and ask that he be permitted to serve without court supervision and without posting bond. After pa

I sneered and answered coldly, “I did, but you thought that I was cursing your mother. You said that you knew her condition better than anyone else. You even warned me to never speak about your mother’s condition again, or you’d make me lose everything. “I respected you, so I never said anything again—” Randy interrupted me, “I did say that, but I was just—” “Just busy taking a blood oath with Alina before the elders? I know. “Honestly, if you had stayed for ten more minutes, you would have seen the staff from the funeral home coming over to pick up your mother’s body. But you were whistling while happily taking a blood oath with Alina. “You. Were. Whistling. When. Your. Mother. Had. Just. D

I sat back down but swore to keep an eye out on Abella, my mother, and finally get to the bottom of my mother’s shenanigans. The director opened the service with the Lord’s Prayer, further adding to the absurdity. Smitty was farthest from religious; he was more likely to be partying with the devil than singing along and watching his services by now. I was annoyed at how everyone who got up and spoke attempted to paint Smitty out to be an innocent good guy whose life had suddenly been taken. They painted my mother out to be a premeditated murderer who had every intention of killing him on the day of Faith’s wedding at her actual wedding. Who knew that he was going to even be there? The questi

"I'm next... They said I was next. I knew too much, Tommy, his kid...the hit. I was going to pay and she was coming after me." "Dude, listen: you've had a lot to drink, you just lost your friend and now you're talking crazy... We're taking you home, oscar mike, let's go. These freaking people are bats. Alright? This crap about summoning demons and curses, and freaking suicides are freaking Scooby Doo crap, and I ain't buying it... You buying it, Cohan? You're an old timer, seen and been in the crap more than we have." "Take him home, lad," said Cohan. "Let him sleep it off. He'll be alright... It's just the same ole Halloween shite that has plagued this town forever. Some things just never c

he declared. Why don't you have a seat, Mr. Dyken?" Danna said and pointed at the couch. Miles didn't say another word and quietly sat down. His face was still full of confusion. "There has been an incident in the shed. Mr. Logan Hill over there..." She pointed at Logan. "Found a body in your shed in the woods. Do you have any idea who that could be? Or how it would end up there?" Danna asked. Miles looked horrified. "I have no idea how a dead body would end up in our shed. It seems that people are dropping like flies around here. I'm starting to get sick of this town," Miles said frustratedly.

It was a text from my best friend, Sarah. Sarah: Did you die yet? Me: Nope, but this town smells like it might. Seriously, it’s like a Tim Burton fever dream. Sarah: Sounds sexy. Maybe you’ll meet some brooding guy with a dark secret. I snorted. Yeah, right. If the guys in this town were anything like the gas station clerk, the only dark secret I’d find was their extensive collection of roadkill.

* A wide grin spreads across my lips as I imagine Sarah's father experiencing the torture. And the best part? When he dies, he won't tell anyone in the afterlife how he died because who would be stupid enough to flaunt that they were killed with a simple kitchen utensil? Endless suffering of shame has to be the extra he gets. Atlas laughs and pulls me out of my thoughts. *Holy shit, you're a genius. Sounds like we can have fun by doing some modern mummification.* Finally, for once, we get on the same wave and follow it until we reach our high. There are no disagreements or arguments, just the fun part of planning every single detail we're about to do.

That ancestral graves mountain was the last piece of territory that Salem owned and was also his last hand to play against Connie. Connie never wanted to disturbed the ancestors' peace, so she helped opened a new ancestral graves mountain. But Salem was so desperate that he gave Connie an ultimatum, she could either hand over her properties if she didn't want the graves to be removed, or she could move all the graves from the ancestral tomb mountain within the deadline. Once the deadline was over, he would destroy all the graves! Destroying the ancestral graves? "Are they really planning to do this?" Hilda thought that regardless of how crazy they were, they would never do such a thing as de