A friend of
mine recently passed away at his home. This, in and of itself, is
not surprising, as he was 80 years old and had cancer, but this
story is about what happened before and up until his death.
My friend worked
very hard for many years, had a successful career, and then retired.
He and his wife moved to our neck of the woods to be near their
daughters and grandchildren. He had not only been successful at
his job, but studied relentlessly and did all his own investing.
This became like a second vocation but certainly was his avocation.
He not only enjoyed building his portfolio of stocks and bonds,
but was good at it and continued to build wealth.
went along fine until he found out he had cancer. He knew he was
going to die, and wanted desperately to do so, as he could not bear
the thought of not being able to live his life fully and without
constant pain. Once he could no longer follow the market, his only
pastime, he became very bitter and hated life. He continually told
his family that he wanted to die, and die soon.
Only one thing
stood in his way; the IRS. Once he found out that the amount of
his estate that he could pass on without “death taxes”
would be raised on January 1, 2006, to $2 million per person, he
became scared to die too soon. He was more scared of the IRS than
You must understand
that the last few weeks of his life were filled with unrelenting
pain. He was given high doses of morphine and was on a drip 24 hours
a day. He did not eat a single bite of anything for more than a
week before he died.
He was not
conscious for more than just a few minutes a day and woke only to
ask his wife one question: “What day is it?” She would
answer and he would again lose consciousness.
This went on
for days on end until one particular Sunday morning. He awoke and
again asked the question, “What day is it?” only this
time his lovely wife told him it was January 1, 2006, the new year.
She then told him he could now go to sleep and not worry. He did,
and never woke up again.
This is a sad
commentary on this man’s fear of his own government; even while
suffering deadly cancer and in great pain, he forced himself by
his own will to live just long enough to protect a little more of
what he had earned for his family. He wanted to keep it from being
stolen by the federal government. Well, he made it, and may he now
rest in peace.
D. Barnett is president of Barnett Financial Services, Inc., in