Disinherited!

Your dear, filthy rich great-uncle. All those years you visited him, all the endless rambling stories you listened to, all the yellowed photo books you looked through, all his snoring during his afternoon nap you endured, always knowing that when he takes his last breath, all his money will be yours, just as it says in his will. That was the case until the old donkey met and then married that shameless vamp. He had socks that were older than her, yet he let himself be seduced by her persuasion to change his will. Now she is the sole heiress to all his property. In an hour, the executor of his estate will walk through the door and that's it for you - then you will gain nothing from all your sacrifice, except a bill from the attorney and a collection of records with Bavarian folk music that once belonged to your great-uncle. Step in. The time is ticking and for your chance to reclaim what is rightfully yours, the final hour has struck. Have fun with Disinherited! - Dead people don't write wills.