They Sold His Medals and Watered Down His Medicine to Pay for a Cruise. They Never Knew About the Trust

Okafor came too, so that a physician could formally certify what any of us could see plainly — that Walt was fully lucid, clear-headed, competent to sign.

The three of them worked with him at his bedside, reviewing and revising.

He restructured the whole of it.

The bulk of the three million went into an endowment for homeless and terminally ill veterans.

A portion he placed under my administration, along with a personal bequest to me.

And my mother, my brother, and my sister were written out of any voluntary benefit at all — not, he was careful to tell Ramona, out of spite.

“I just have no intention,” he said, in a voice that was low but steady, “of rewarding the people who waited for me to die so they could divide up a fortune they never even knew I had.”