That odd old man and his ominous masterstroke fooled no one.

In his last days when on his last legs he used to ask us (and tell us)
"why prepare for an eternity in my absence when there is yet no proof of malignancy to my abcess?
"Why, when I have laid no egg do you scheme as if Im a chicken, and dream of omnichromaticly opulent ommelettes?
"You'll never now be endowed with my inheritance unless you can present to me the manner in which you'd face your destiny if I was never born nor sired you
"Riddle me: