I made my money the old-fashioned way. I was very nice to a wealthy relative right before he died.
Malcolm Forbes captures something we rarely admit: that fortune often rewards proximity and charm rather than virtue or effort. The joke's darker edge reveals how inheritance operates as a shadow economy where emotional labor and timing matter as much as legal claims—a reality glossed over by those who inherit smoothly. What makes this sting is that Forbes isn't condemning the behavior; he's observing it with the matter-of-factness of someone who watched how real wealth actually transfers between generations, particularly among families where multiple relatives circle the same estate. Anyone who has sat through a will reading knows the unspoken calculation that precedes it: who visited most often, who remembered birthdays, whose voice the elderly relative heard last.