My Dad had an identical twin brother, his only sibling. Their Mother leftt them when they were just six weeks old. Relatives raised them. They dropped out of school after the 8th grade and shortly thereafter they took embalming school. After graduation they purchased a funeral home on a shoestring in Iowa City. The year was 1929. It was a time of hard times for many years incl the death of Dad's twin from TB in 1938. WW2 followed, ending in 1945.
One day in about 1955, an elderly woman came into the Oathout Funeral Home. She told Dad that she was his Mother ( my gma). She had never written, called, nada. She was down on her luck. So my parents, the great caregivers that they always were, bought her a house in Marshalltown, large enough to rent out a portion and titled it to Gene and I after she died. Well, a week before she passed, she willed the house to the renter and we got nada.
The point is: NEVER COUNT A BUDDING INHERITANCE until it happens. AND NEVER THINK that you won't get a much smaller piece than anticipated.