My great uncle had a chair made when he died.
He wrote in his will that whoever owns the chair is legally his heir.
His entire fortune all to whichever unlucky soul keeps that disgusting thing.
So far it's been passed through twelve people eventually falling to me.
Luckily for me the fortune itself had barely been touched.
Few managed to keep the chair beyond a month, found it too creepy.
My second cousin even claimed it spoke to him and sounded just like the old man.
A few other relatives claimed the same thing, it had his voice.
And they were right, it had his voice.
It had his mannerisms too or rather as many as a chair could have.
Figures he'd find a way to stick around when his body gave out, not that it's a problem now.
With his tanned skin stretched over that metal frame, he was stronger than ever.
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