All going to an unknown woman.

Frank knew his death was coming.

With every passing day, the brain tumour that was slowly killing him got bigger and despite his millions of dollars, he could not pay off death.

So he had to make suitable arrangements to make sure none of his greedy relatives who had no time for him when he was alive would get anything out of his death.

So two weeks after his death, he attended his own funeral barely able to keep it together knowing what the reading of his will would do to his family.

He sat at the back of the church trying not to draw attention to himself even though nobody would recognise him now.

He thought to himself the service was marvellous and the eulogies he got off his three ex-wives would have got each of them an Oscar if they were actors. 

After the service, he lay one simple red rose on his casket as it disappeared through the curtain out of sight before saying to the priest who was consoling him.

Before slowly walking out of the church and getting into the waiting taxi to take him to the lawyer's office for the reading of his will already knowing what it would state.

That his entire fortune had been left to Rachel Sanders the young black-haired woman who was in fact really him in a new body.

He sat there enjoying the nasty looks he got from all his relatives who were puzzled as to why everything had been left to a complete stranger.

This made being a woman & the $90,000 it cost for his new life to from an underground body auction well worth it.