An elderly man lay on his deathbed, surrounded by his wife, three kids, and a nurse. With a deep breath, he began speaking:
“Bill, you get the Beverly Hills houses. Mary, the offices in the Center Center are yours.
Debra, the apartments over the L.A. Plaza are all yours. And my dear wife, you take all the residential buildings near downtown.”
The wife sighed and replied, “What property?
The guy had a paper route!”
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