"Well Damn, this day just keeps getting worse and worse," thought Archibald J. Featherworth the Third as he lay dying on the extravagantly expensive, one-of-a-kind, Pablo Picasso, hand-knotted wool area rug. His third wife insisted it was a must-have addition to their den. It now was slowly but surely being despoiled by his ever-escaping blood from the wound on his chest. Course one would never know about t ...Full description
"Well Damn, this day just keeps getting worse and worse," thought Archibald J. Featherworth the Third as he lay dying on the extravagantly expensive, one-of-a-kind, Pablo Picasso, hand-knotted wool area rug. His third wife insisted it was a must-have addition to their den. It now was slowly but surely being despoiled by his ever-escaping blood from the wound on his chest. Course one would never know about the blood as the creator of the rug had hand-knotted a plethora of reds into the design. Nice of him or her to plan that just in case such a thing as befell Mr. Featherworth would occur. His sons, their wives, and his soon-to-be ex-wife will be stunned at the arrangements he has made for them. Enter their long-lost cousin, Chrystal Finnegan, who is part of Archibald's clever, but somewhat unpleasant, plan for his family.