“So in that setting the contentiousness amongst family members, once again able to hate each other face to face as they had not in years, boiled to the surface.”
Tom Snyder ‘When You Close Your Eyes
Greetings! My name is John Gregory Presco, and, I might be the last Presco standing come this season of Joy. I was disqualified from knowing if my brother, Mark Presco, is still alive, because Sydney Morris ruled the head of our family should be Stacey Pierrot. The partner of Robert Brevoort Buck claimed Pierrot can better handle our family information, and to prove it, she had Tom Snyder disqualify The Prescos in his biography ‘When You Close Your Eyes’. This slander hurt my reputation as an artist, and, caused others to see me as a criminal lunatic – and looter! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Even Nazis convicted of war crimes were told their family members were dying – and dead. I was not told my father was dead, my sister Vicki was dead, my mother was dying, and, the whereabouts of my brother. But, this is O.K. This is a celebrity family, and the world gets to do hideous things to famous people and their family. What can they do? They are helpless to defend themselves. However, some are fighting back employing powerful attorneys – for a pretty penny! I wish Santa would bring me a big bag of money! I would give most of it away to a – LAWYER! Merry! Merry!
Below are two pages from Sydney’s report. He says my family fought, and Christine had not paid taxes in many years. How about Garth Benton? Did he get stuck with the IRS audit? Morris FAILED TO END THE FAMILY HATE by anointing honorary family members. WHAT? This is an attorney! Divorce Attorneys make a Trillion Dollars a year off family chaos and discord. Family argument are a good thing – if you have a law degree!
Pierrot, Snyder, and Sidney fail to mention Garth and Drew Benton were not and Christine’s funeral. Perhaps that infamous and tortured look on my sister’s face was caused by the absence of her daughter – Drew Benton? Shannon was admonished in Snyder’s Book of Woe – for being late. Drew was at her mother’s house – a hour after the funeral. She needs to be put on a witness stand and asked if she saw any looting. Garth was not there. I never lay eyes on my brother-in-law who is dead. Morris says Christine and Drew were walking on a beach when the “rogue wave” struck. There is no beach at Rocky Point. A ten year probate was held – WITH NO REAL DEATH SCENE! The recording of our family fighting that Buck and Morris commissioned is – SCIENCE FICTION! There was no looting. My family acted like normal people due when they lose a loved one. Tom snyder – STARTED FIGHTS – in his book. He never knew us. He is a PAID ghost writer. Stacey Pierrot got to read the rough draft.
“Look! Over there Mr. Tax Man! See the Prescos fighting. I just want to save the art!”
Is it possible that Morris made Garth the SECRET HEAD of the Prescos because he and Christine had a EVIL DIVORCE that was just finalized when Christine drowned. Garth had the Child Heir in his corner. Everyone hated Shannon. Pierrot and Belford offered to buy the estate – before the funeral! Of course they had to get Benton’s O.K. Was Garth headed to the Fed Lock-up for tax evasion? You need the poor tragic child survivor as a human shield – AND DECOY!
So, in their need to evade the IRS, Tom Snyder carries on the hateful family tradition thanks to Morris – who may have known about the original offer by Jacci – Pierrot’s best friend in High School – who was the General Manager of the Rosamond Gallery, and thus it was her job to make sure the taxes are paid. Jacci got Stacey hired at the gallery after she inherited some money – that might have been invested in Rosamond Women Images. Did Pierrot want to keep Jacci our of prison? Who would want to keep Stacey out of prison? Meet the very wealthy father of Stacey who might want to get the best attorneys money can buy – in on the game of musical tax evading chairs. Christine’s autobiography – was disappeared! Were her lost words – her entry into the Tax Fraud Game? In the place of first hand knowledge – we get a fucking evil SMOKE SCREEN!
Here is our woeful tale that is right out of Charles Dickens. Have yourself a Un-happy Dickenish X-Mas
Published: Dec. 31, 2010
THE OWNERS of one of Pacific Grove’s best known inns owe more than $200,000 in back taxes, according to the city, which is in the process of trying to recoup the lost revenue as the inn’s owners make their way through federal bankruptcy court.
According to city officials, the operators of Lighthouse Lodge and Suites, Jacci and Brian Pflieger, owe $231,602 in transient occupancy tax — the 10 percent tax innkeepers in Pacific Grove collect from visitors and are required to pay to the city every quarter, the city’s budget director said.
“And that expression was not on her face in the casket. Instead, what I saw there was totally freaked me out. Because it was utter fear. Even with all the cosmetics, they hadn’t been able to erase that look.
So in that setting the contentuousness amongst family members, once again able to hate each other face to face as they had not in years, boiled to the surface. Everyone seemd furiously self-righteous about something. If it is possible for the recently departed to have a final glimpse, Christine would have had a sardonic chuckle at the characters on stage. Karen Snyder Colby, a friend from days on San Sebastian Avenue, and close to vicki for years, had done part of the euology. Now like everyone else, was missing the essence of Christine, the child-woman she had grown up with.
I could imagine what her comments would be.” Karen recalls. “And she would say it very quickly, in a breathy voice with little pauses. And then she’s laugh that laugh of hers, which would take everyone else with her on the ride.”
“Before the service, Vicki had taken the trouble to go through Christine’s
bedroom, putting her jewelry and intimate belongings out of sight. As matters
turned out, it did little good, for the funeral was not long over before family
members and others were ravaging Christine’s house, taking whatever could be carted away. The artist’scloset, a veritable mother lode – took the worst
beating. World-class spender that Christine had been, much of the clothing had never been worn. So whatever still bore price tags was hauled off to be
exchanged for money. Jewelry disappeared, as well as other personal belongings. Gallery employees and close friends of the family, along with Vicki, were doing their best to staunch the flow – the estate had not yet been inventoried – but to no avail.”