"To begin— Ms. Anna Jane Hartwell, a faithful nurse of Grand Meadow Hospital. You've been working in the hospice for half a decade, I believe. Do you recall a gentlemen behind the locked door of room 34A? Of course you don't, that door has never opened since the patient first went in. Every staff member was forbidden from doing so. But tomorrow, that will change. Tomorrow, you will hear a noise from behind the door, which has miraculously been unlocked, and you will find that the gentlemen inside no longer has a pulse. You will be in charge of writing his death certificate. My attorney will mail all of the necessary paperwork to your address by tonight."
"Next, Mr. Joseph Steven Davis, director and mortician of Carter Funeral Homes. You will receive the details for a prepaid burial plan within a week in an unmarked, white envelope. It is imperative that every detail on this plan is strictly adhered to. You will not find finger prints or any other kind of evidence as to my identity. Of course, planning a funeral is an immense task, which is why I have also invited funeral arranger Maxwell Alexis Jameson to assist you. You, and only you, Mr. Jameson, will be allowed to assist in this regard. "
"Judge Olivia Eliza Voran, you will be the probate judge of handling my estate. My attorney, whom you may refer to as my executor in court, has assured me of your exemplary history. Your role in this operation is simple— you will sign the orders to expedite the execution of my will and the distribution of my estate to the necessary accounts. I have taken measures to assure that my estate is uncontested, but in the event that any claims from foreign parties arise, I know you will make the correct decision.
"Finally, my faithful Personal Assistant, Michael Anthony Ross. Of all these people, you know me best, and you will be given the most important task of all. Prove to world the world my death, until it becomes irreversibly true. Cancel my cellular services, my internet. Invalidate passport and bank accounts. Write my obituary, and years later my biography. Whatever remnants of my existence must be wiped away. Lay all rumors of any sightings to rest, no matter what the cost."
Antisocialarchives t1_isigk6b wrote
Reply to [WP] "If you are hearing this message, then it means I'm dead. My attorney has been in contact with, and hired, each of you for a specific yet vague job. You'll need to get to know and trust each other quickly, so I'll be brief. You've real job is to make sure I stay dead." by Paper_Shotgun
"To begin— Ms. Anna Jane Hartwell, a faithful nurse of Grand Meadow Hospital. You've been working in the hospice for half a decade, I believe. Do you recall a gentlemen behind the locked door of room 34A? Of course you don't, that door has never opened since the patient first went in. Every staff member was forbidden from doing so. But tomorrow, that will change. Tomorrow, you will hear a noise from behind the door, which has miraculously been unlocked, and you will find that the gentlemen inside no longer has a pulse. You will be in charge of writing his death certificate. My attorney will mail all of the necessary paperwork to your address by tonight."
"Next, Mr. Joseph Steven Davis, director and mortician of Carter Funeral Homes. You will receive the details for a prepaid burial plan within a week in an unmarked, white envelope. It is imperative that every detail on this plan is strictly adhered to. You will not find finger prints or any other kind of evidence as to my identity. Of course, planning a funeral is an immense task, which is why I have also invited funeral arranger Maxwell Alexis Jameson to assist you. You, and only you, Mr. Jameson, will be allowed to assist in this regard. "
"Judge Olivia Eliza Voran, you will be the probate judge of handling my estate. My attorney, whom you may refer to as my executor in court, has assured me of your exemplary history. Your role in this operation is simple— you will sign the orders to expedite the execution of my will and the distribution of my estate to the necessary accounts. I have taken measures to assure that my estate is uncontested, but in the event that any claims from foreign parties arise, I know you will make the correct decision.
"Finally, my faithful Personal Assistant, Michael Anthony Ross. Of all these people, you know me best, and you will be given the most important task of all. Prove to world the world my death, until it becomes irreversibly true. Cancel my cellular services, my internet. Invalidate passport and bank accounts. Write my obituary, and years later my biography. Whatever remnants of my existence must be wiped away. Lay all rumors of any sightings to rest, no matter what the cost."