I was my uncle’s favorite niece. He never married and I was like his daughter, and to me he was my second father. I was raised with him. He died without making a will, and the last thing one of my cousins said to me was not to worry because they didn’t want a penny of his money. Until they all realized what sums of money were involved. Those cunts screwed me over big time, and now I hope they all die in fires. It’s not the money cause he was good to me when he was alive. It’s the principle. I have real hope in Karma being a b+tch.