FOR FRANK'S
FAMILY.
My best friend Frank Clark — a.k.a. Mr. Orange — was one of those rare souls who made everyone around him feel important. A successful entrepreneur. A devoted father. A genuinely good human being.
Then one day, suddenly, he was gone.
I loved him. So when his family needed help, I showed up. And what I found stopped me cold.
Frank had built a full life — businesses, investments, insurance policies, accounts at a dozen different institutions. None of it was organized. I spent weeks sifting through every piece of it. I covered an entire pool table — end to end — with stacks of paper, computers, cell phones, and files, just trying to make sense of his life.
In all that chaos, I found life insurance policies his kids never would have known existed. Because someone refused to stop looking, they got what their dad meant for them to have.
But here's what haunts me — if his family hadn't had me, they would have spent the time they should have been mourning their father in desperation instead of grief. Doing my job, when all they wanted was to say goodbye.
Nobody should ever have to do that for someone they love.
That's when I knew this needed to exist.
Don't make your family choose between mourning you and finding what you left for them.