December 17, 2010.

“That body, Mr. Shadewell is beginning to show signs of decay”, noted the staffer. “It has a foul smell”. “Don’t worry about it, some of these bodies pass gas and even lose their bowels before they wake up, that’s probably what you smell”, said another worker. And so Sam was left for another day.

December 18, 2010.

Sam had not woken up. The doctors came in and checked his pulse and heart and respiration. No pulse, no respiration, no heartbeat. He was still dead and the body was clearly showing signs of decay. The man was REALLY dead. The doctors, opened up his chest and tried cardiac massage. Nothing happened. “Oh boy, we lost one, good thing they don’t permit lawsuits here in HERGOTIA.” the doctor noted dryly.

“Mrs. Shadewell, I’m afraid we have bad news for you. You’re husband never came out of his death. He’s dead well, he’s dead forever”, the police sergent noted. Shock hit her face, then tears. Then her emotions turned angry, “I’m going to sue this entire country”, she screamed. “Mrs. Shadewell, no need to get angry. Remember, your husband took out a $500,000,000 life insurance policy and you don’t want to be claiming fraud and jeopardize that do you?” added the policy chief.

December 18, 2010.

A reporter for NEWSY NEWS newspaper was nosing around the island seeking stories about people dying to save taxes. He thought it would be a great story about the rich and powerful, scamming the country out of estate taxes. It became an even better story when a policeman tipped him off about Sam Shadewell.

December 18, 2010.

Biff Brimfeld was lucky. He woke up. His date of death was December 13, 2010. He was worth $2 Billion from his tennis business holdings, the ten time grand slam winner was truly set for life and now his kids were set for life. The trusts he created were in the $1.8 Billion range and he had $200 Million left to spend how he wanted to. Death was good to Biff. Other than a little stiffness in his joints, he was fine.