Speak of the devil ... this just arrived in my mailbox:

I seek for your co-operation; my name is Mr.Sanders Week A Personal Accountant to Late Engineer Michael, a citizen of your country , who used to work with French oil major total, company here in. Herein, shall be referred to as my client... I have contacted you to assist in repatriating the money and property left behind by my client before the national treasury department gets them confiscated... I seek your consent to present you as the next of kin of the deceased so that this account valued at fifteen Million, three hundred and forty five thousand U.S dollars (USD 15, 345,000.00) can be paid to you and then you and I Can share the money.

And what about Mr Michael ... did his parents hate him or something? Can you imagine what he got called at school? Even the teachers would get in on it. "Well, Mr Michael, Late again I see." At least he could try to hide his middle name. Late Engineer? What were they thinking? Well, maybe I'll build a little "Late Engineer" monument in the back garden of my new mansion, once I get my share of that $15m.