The Parasite That Never Dies

I am the unproud owner of a parasite. The location from which I write this is my deathbed. And that location is in some third-world country.  If you are so bored as to read my story so far, it can not hurt for you to read the rest. So let me begin. I don't remember where I aquired this insect. And yes it is the reason I am dying. This parasite has been an extreme detriment to my health. It has robbed me of my vast wealth, my sanity, my home, and my life. I can still feel it fraining my vitality. Don't think this will end with my death, either. When I die it will just move on to its next victim.

Unfortunately the patient died right after that sentence. I am now free! I am the sririt of that man. The parasite is a succubus of sorts. The man would want me to tell you the name of this peticular type of parasite. In this case it was his wife. But the parasite is all those people, those greedy people, that prey on happy innocent people, marry them, and then suck them dry. It is all those people that "marry for the money."