April 10, 2010.
“Hi, Marilyn”, Daniel said looking up from some financial reports. “You look angry is something wrong?” he asked. “You bet there’s something wrong. First I had to drag dad’s dead body all over the place and wear his clothes, and now you have me on some strict financial diet. I’m living like a nun. No vacations, no fun, nothing,” shouted Marilyn. “Now, Marilyn, we discussed this with dad last December, until his body is found, we can’t spend any money. Its not ours until he is officially dead, and the longer he sits out there, the harder it will be for them to prove his date of death. You’ve been doing a great job going out in the wrong direction every day looking for his body since the snow melted. Let’s keep this up for a few more months. If they haven’t found him by August, we’ll have to find him”, answered Daniel. “I don’t like it one bit”, Marilyn retorted. “Just keep in mind that if this works, you’ll have Two and a Half Billion dollars more, Marilyn”, Daniel responded. “Okay, said Marilyn, but times running”.

June 15, 2010

“Daniel, I’m getting tired of this. What is our deadline for finding dad” begged Marilyn. “Let’s say August 15, 2010. That will allow us a month to do the estate tax return on time”, replied Daniel. “Daniel doesn’t it bother you that Dad is out there, you know, the thought grosses me out”, Marilyn queried. “Yeah, when I think about it, it is, but what do you think happens after someone is buried?” replied Daniel. “I just want to get this over with, soon”, said Marilyn. “Trust me after this is over, you can have all the cabana boys you want”, Daniel smiled at her mischievously.