DISCLAIMER: The following has been taken from the dark recesses of my imagination. Any resemblance to reality is intended, but the events described are completely fictional. The following is a eulogy for my imaginary friend, Duke the Contractor.
Duke was my mentor and my friend. He loved and was loved by many. That is something we all know. It is unfortunate that we have lost him at only 73 years old, when he seemed so young and vibrant. Yet there is something about that age which does cause some to pause and reflect on their legacy. He left a legacy worth talking about. Several months ago, Duke and I were waiting for a group to clear the par three when he told me something I will never forget:
“Fred, understand me: I love my life, I find great joy in everything I do. I am a lucky man and have no regrets. Yet, if I want my life to truly mean something, to leave something of substance behind, then I am better off dying this year.”
Obviously, this caught me off guard. Not only was it disturbing, but also this was completely out of character for Duke, who was not one to philosophize about his existence
“Understand me Fred; I am not despondent or depressed. Earlier this year I received an offer from a British company to purchase my business for 60 million dollars. I turned them down cold. I have no intention of selling it for any price. My son has been active in the business for the last 16 years and my daughter for the last 11. We have a full-time work force of 250 employees. I have people that came to work for me straight out of high school that have built their lives around this business; it has become part of their extended family. We’ve won numerous awards as one of the best places to work in the state of Ohio. However, when a business like mine sells, it is only a matter of time until people are cut, processes are changed and the culture is eliminated.”
I asked him what his problem was, told him to just keep the business in the family name. What was his point?
“My point is that if I die after the end of the year, the Federal Government will want 55% and the state another 7% – 37 million dollars. My children would have no choice but to sell the business. We don’t have that much cash on hand. They could take 10 years with interest to pay off this debt but that would be a huge burden and risk to the business. Better to sell and move on. However, if I die this year, there is no estate tax – the business stays in the family.”
I started to respond, but it was our turn to tee off. We never returned to this conversation, but I wish we had. It is unfortunate that we lost Duke to an untimely heart attack, and only a few weeks later. I can think of no other way that Duke would have wanted to die, though—on the putting green…and before the end of the year.
I’m angry about Duke’s death; maybe it’s more about the circumstances. We can only speculate as to the cause of the heart attack—stress about losing the company? What right does the government have to over half of anyone’s business – or a third or a quarter? Duke’s company was his legacy. I am sure the government feels cheated. But Duke had already paid his taxes and it wasn’t the government’s money in the first place.
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Many of you may think that my eulogy for Duke is out of place. But I knew Duke as well as anyone and he would want to get this message out there. Duke was a capitalist to the core of his being. He loved the challenge and the rewards of building his business. However, toward the end, what he cherished the most were his employees and the home he had built for them. He will be missed, but there is comfort in knowing that in the end, he got what he wanted—his legacy preserved.
