Sf story: "Real Death" -- immortality's discontents

Futurismic's latest story is online, "Real Death" by Terry Hayman. It's quick, snappy read about a dynastic family that controls the production of an immortality drug that has unbalanced the rich into the short-lived super-poor and the infinite super-rich:

I jerked up my chin to see my uncles had already cast down their shovels. Their piles of dirt were done, their overcoats rebuttoned, their faces not even perspiring. And for just a second I knew they looked... wrong. George, still the stopped-22 he’d been at my birth, stood long-limbed and golden-haired, an Olympic diver. Bradley, s19, constantly aroused, a sexual predator. William, s15, plagued by recurring acne despite the medications I’d prescribed. And finally Castor, the eldest uncle. He glowered down at me with all the weight of his s28 years and position as CEO of the family business.

Freaks.

I swallowed dryly. My mother talking. She’d hated the drug that had made her so very rich after my father died. MSODI. Em-Soddy. She’d made me put off my own injections so long that now I was stuck in my sixties forever.

Link (Thanks, Jeremy!)