My parents moved to Las Vegas in the mid 70’s. Just after doing so, they realized that, being early into their marriage, they hadn’t yet written their wills. They went to a local law firm to get it done, and were assigned to young attorney named Harry Reid.
Two months passed and they still hadn’t heard anything about this simple job. Then, Reid called my dad to explain that the wills weren’t done yet because his secretary “had shot herself in the finger.” Another month passed before they got a call saying that they could come in and sign their finished wills.
As my parents sat in Reid’s office looking over the papers, a senior partner in the firm passed by the door and, looking in, shouted, “Harry, you took so damn long on those wills, don’t you dare charge them a dime for it!” So my parents got their wills, written by Harry Reid, for free.