I Disguised Myself as Homeless and Walked Into a Huge Supermarket to Choose My Heir

But let me tell you something most rich men won’t admit: money doesn’t keep you warm at night. Power doesn’t hold your hand when the cancer hits. And success? It sure as hell doesn’t laugh at your bad jokes over breakfast.

My wife died in ’92. We never had children — never could. And one night, sitting alone in my 15,000-square-foot mausoleum of a mansion, I realized something chilling.

When I die… who gets it all? Who deserves it?