George Walther Stott was the richest and most hated man in Stottington, and his three children grew up to be almost as hated as he was.
As he took his final breath, George Walther died of natural causes with a smile on his face. For even though he was passing on, he would have the last laugh.
His children, those appalling mumblecrusting jizzbags who seeped forth from his former wife's formerly perfect vagina, would only inherit his massive wealth on one condition.
That they solve his murder.