Congrats lad, didn’t know you gave up on life.
You’ll have to do the honourable thing by the girls and fire them €100k apiece. Shur’ you’re falling in for the house, herd and a couple of hundred acres.
I’d always had you down as a man of principle and know deep down this is the route you’ll choose.
It’d be a mighty sound gesture to give them a half each.
Would the executor not have final say if things start getting messy?
Depending on what it’s worth it’s not as easy as just giving them half. You’d likely create tax issues by gifting it to them. Consult @Appendage in good time if you ever go down this path.
Congrats
He slipped that nugget in there handy enough, the sly dog. Comhgáirdeas .
Hopefully he’s qualified but then
If it’s transpires that @Smark has gotten married and none of the west Limerick crew were invited there is going to be hell to pay.
He probably went to Rome for it.
If ever a fella took off abroad for the cheap option, it was him.
Ahem…
Sorry mate
There was an old bachelor up the road from us who was a thorough gent. He had his cottage and boreen linked to a parcel of outside farm we had. He was a a great friend of the fathers. After his passing my auld lad and brother were called to the reading of his will along with a scatter of his nieces and nephews.
He had decreed that the cottage was to be sold and the proceeds divided amongst the relatives. We were given first dibs on the cottage as it contained a right of way to the land. Anyway the hungry nephews dug their heels in and we ended up paying almost twice the value of the cottage as the right of way to the land was important. We got the keys of the cottage one weekend and discovered that the nephews had turned it upside down in an effort to squeeze extra cash out of it selling carpets, fridges and so on to the
Tinkers. We were cleaning it up when the mother said that they would have surely sold the picture of the sacred heart only it was screwed to the wall. The light bulb went off in the brothers head and off to work he went with a screwdriver. A nice big hole in the wall behind it with a biscuit box and and the bones of 5000 punts enclosed. It softened the blow a bit.
I love the stories of auld bachelor farmers who leave a big wad to charities / religious and leaving a trail of disgusted relatives /neighbours
Cool story bro’
Epic tale, ‘twill take batin’.