| True story: In the late 70's my Uncle had a run of bad luck and a dubious business partner basically sink him financially. After some discussion, he made a plan. It was simple: Uncle goes back to Virginia to lay low in one of the back hollers. My mom gets his mail, due to him living with us for a while[1], and writes "Deceased" on it, and "Return to Sender" 5 years pass. Maybe 4, I can't remember. Uncle shows up, everything is fine, and he and my aunt live out the rest of their days in a small comfy trailer no worries. [1] Living and other time with this Uncle was a great time in my life. Edit due to device change: My uncle had one eye, the other lost when he was young and unlucky in the woods. He read everything and acquired a great many skills which he proceeded to pass along to me: lock picking, electronics, engine rebuilding and a ton about autos, working with wood, metals, tools... He is probably still doing that in his afterlife. Good soul who I treasure having known. |