Would I have cared for him, had I known?  

Take care of me, rich, venerable Uncle Edric told me,

And I will leave you everything.  

I moved in, took care of him;

his money took care of me.  

One day he called my work.  

Come help with paperwork, he said, Now.  

I found him at his desk.

In his death throes, he’d carved into the desk: I leave everything to...  

He died halfway through my name.