- I Leave:
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- To my wife--My overdraft at the bank. Maybe she can explain
it.
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- To my son--Equity on my car. Now he'll have to work to
meet the payments.
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- To my banker--My soul. He has the Mortgage on it anyway.
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- To my neighbor--My clown suit. He'll need it if he continues
to farm as he has in the past.
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- To EmH.A..--My unpaid bills. They took some real chances
on me and I want to do something for them.
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- To A.S.C.S.--My grain bin. I was planning to let them
take it next year anyway.
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- To the Farm Advisor--50 bushels of corn to see if he
can hit the market.
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- To the SCS--My farm plan. Maybe they can understand it.
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- To the Junk Man--All my machinery. He's had his eyes
on it for years.
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- To my undertaker--A special request. I want six implement
and fertilizer dealers for my pallbearers. They are used to carrying me.
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- To the weatherman--Rain, sleet, and snow for the funeral,
please. No sense in having good weather now.
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- To the gravedigger--Don't bother. The hole I am in should
be big enough.
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- To the Monument Maker--Set up a jig for the epitaph,
"Here lies a farmer who has now properly assumed all of his obligations."
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- Author Unknown
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