Wife gone, passed, deceased,

Dad packs, travels -- ruins,


desert, Hawaii, the beach,

Santa Fe galleries, museums


back East. Home, he collapses,

dies in the street. The kids


fly in, search attic for gold,

freezer for cash, argue


to ease grief. Lawyer looks up

brewhaha -- finally discovers  


brouhaha, bills it as research.

He settles the will, bills that too.

                             Timothy Pilgrim