Laughing Heirs Page #3

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He hasn't eaten

since Mr. Bockelmann died.

Well...

Not a thing, in three days.

Now, Rolf, you're a big dog, right?

We all have to get over it.

Now grit your teeth and eat, okay?

Marie, give me that.

Here, doggie. Good, huh?

You see, that wasn't so hard.

One bite for Uncle...

One for Marie...

One for Weinhppel...

Is he eating, Peter?

Yes, he's eating!

Thank God, he's eating!

- Who's eating?

- The dog.

He's feeding the dog,

at a moment like this!

Unbelievable!

He still hasn't realized

that life isn't a game.

Britta, where are you?

In the dining room!

Put that down!

He hasn't realized that life is serious.

Right!

Hello.

Hello.

Come... sit!

You come here with that gluttonous dog?

Disgusting!

Justus!

Justus, for heaven's sake!

You be quiet! That's enough!

Would you begin, Mr. Weinhppel?

Oh, right, the will...

Just a minute.

Marie, the gramophone!

What's that?

You want to play music to this?

In that case, I'd have to protest

in all seriousness and due form.

That's really the limit!

So, I'II let you speak for yourself,

my dear friend, Clemens Bockelmann.

Assmanshausen, January 18, 1922.

I shall read my last will and testament,

as attested by Dr. Weinhppel.

My dear family...

Dear Gustav, dear Otto,

dear Sophie, dear Friedchen,

etc. Etc...

If God wants to punish someone,

he gives them the likes of you

for relatives.

But today, now that I 'm dead,

I'd have been glad to see you,

for the first time in my life.

U n believable, even now that he's dead

he has to annoy us.

- Justus...

- Yes?

You 're the worst:

Always going on about temperance,

though you know perfectly well

your wife likes to tipple.

Clemens, you ' re going too far!

You 're all equally dear to my heart.

I see each one of you before me,

mourning me,

while at the same time appraising

each piece of furniture

for its cash value.

My beloved family...

You are all so virtuous,

so steadfast, so firm

in your moral convictions

that nothing could happen to you.

Only one of you needs

the support provided by an inheritance,

and th us one of you

shall receive everything, namely...

my nephew P eter Frank, the rascal.

Wel I, we may as we I I leave, then.

Yes, I guess so.

My dear Peter...

When I took over the winery,

Bockelmann Assmanshausen was small

and Stumm Biebrich was big.

All my life I worked hard

to beat our strongest competitor.

My final wish is that you bring

this rivalry to a satisfactory end,

for I think it is foolish to make life

unnecessarily unpleasant for oneself.

But to prove to your relatives that,

though you appreciate a good wine

every bit as much as I do,

you are by no means a drinker,

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