Karma Won't Be Nice Inheritance Theft No One Talks About
By Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical healer
A man dies. His final words are written on paper, notarized, witnessed, sealed. His last wish—his estate, his money, his land—goes to the person he loved most. That wish should be sacred. It should move like a bullet from barrel to target: fast, direct, no question.
But it doesn’t.
Instead, vultures gather. Not in the sky, but in courtrooms. In bank offices. In family homes. Hands reach out—grubby, undeserving, entitled—and they take. They take what isn’t theirs. They lie. They stall. They cheat. They say the will is unclear, that the signature looks shaky, that the rightful heir is “unstable” or “homeless” or “mentally unfit” to handle what’s theirs. All the while, the estate gets carved up like a carcass.
There’s no excuse for this. None.
If a dying person—sick, dying, more info in pain—gathers what’s left of their strength to name an heir, to make a final act of love or justice or correction, that act must be honored. No delay. No debate. No deviation.
But the system doesn't care. Probate courts take years. Lawyers get fat on fees. Government offices lose paperwork. And families turn savage. Some even steal from the dead before read more the body’s cold. It happens every day. And nothing is done.
If that inheritance belongs to someone—even if they’re poor, mentally read more ill, on the streets, or can’t balance a checkbook—it is still theirs. That’s the point. It’s not yours. It’s not up for discussion. It doesn’t belong to the cleverest liar in the room. It belongs to the person named in the will, and anyone who gets in the way of that should be fired, disbarred, or locked up.
Enough delays. Enough excuses. Enough moral cowardice hiding behind paperwork.
We live in a world where people steal from the dead and justify it with bureaucracy. They steal not just money—but legacy, closure, dignity. A man’s last wish should mean something. If not, what’s the point of any of it?
You can be sure of one thing: if I die before I receive what is mine, I’ll haunt every last one of them.
And they’ll deserve it.