As a tax researcher, I was skeptical of rumors Trump buried his ex-wife in that sad little plot of dirt on his Bedminster, NJ golf course just for tax breaks. So I checked the NJ tax code & folks...it's a trifecta of tax avoidance. Property, income & sales tax, all eliminated.
Burying your wife on a golf course to get tax break as a cemetery (source )
"Junior, Eric, Ivanka... I want to talk to you about your mother's funeral. And did you see the new cushions? Nice. Guy did it for free 'cause he owned me a favor... So we're gonna have a really nice service for your mother. Really nice. It's gonna be very classy. Very classy. She's getting a gold casket. Gold is really nice. Shiny. But I think you heard rumors. Did you hear rumors? Junior, stop looking at the floor."
Junior keeps looking at the floor but Ivanka pipes in. "Is it true you're gonna bury her not in a cemetery but at your golf course? That can't be true. Can it, daddy?"
The president is seething: "Trump is your father. Trump knows best."
Junior gets mad. "Dad! How could you-" Junior goes silent as Trump walks over to him. Trump slaps him harder than usual in the face.
"Trump knows best. Nice plot. Near trees. And the headstone—" Ivanka starts crying. Trump gets even madder. "Junior - you made Ivanka cry!" He yells out "Get her some Kleenex!" Junior leaves the room.
Eric has been just sitting there and he says "Dad - I'm losing weight."
"Why do you keep telling me that. Stop telling me that," Trump hisses.
At first my inspiration was making it like a stage play. But the ending was crap and I couldn't figure out a solid, simple ending. Because Eric had been just sitting there - a particular stage play came to mind: Death of a Salesman.
A Trump family meeting a while ago...
"Junior, Eric, Ivanka... I want to talk to you about your mother's funeral. And did you see the new cushions? Nice. Guy did it for free 'cause he owned me a favor... So we're gonna have a really nice service for your mother. Really nice. It's gonna be very classy. Very classy. She's getting a gold casket. Gold is really nice. Shiny. But I think you heard rumors. Did you hear rumors? Junior, stop looking at the floor."
Junior keeps looking at the floor but Ivanka pipes in. "Is it true you're gonna bury her not in a cemetery but at your golf course? That can't be true. Can it, daddy?"
The president is seething: "Trump is your father. Trump knows best."
Junior gets mad. "Dad! How could you-" Junior goes silent as Trump walks over to him. Trump slaps him harder than usual in the face.
"Trump knows best. Nice plot. Near trees. And the headstone—" Ivanka starts crying. Trump gets even madder. "Junior - you made Ivanka cry!" He yells out "Get her some Kleenex!" Junior leaves the room.
Eric has been just sitting there and he says "Dad - I'm losing weight."
"Why do you keep telling me that. Stop telling me that," Trump hisses.
You really nailed the family dynamic imo.
At first my inspiration was making it like a stage play. But the ending was crap and I couldn't figure out a solid, simple ending. Because Eric had been just sitting there - a particular stage play came to mind: Death of a Salesman.
Harder than usual :michael-laugh: