Where there’s a will…
Yes, I’m up at 2 in the morning. There was no other choice the moment my brain asked, “If a dog had wings, would it be called a flog?”
If a meteor was on a trajectory for Earth, and we were all about to die, I’d be looking up the composition of meteors (3 types: Iron, stone, and stoney-iron).
I have to admit that I’ve been taking meteors for granite all these years.
If either dementia or meteors will be my demise, I’ll need a will before the first one hits.
If the second one hits, I doubt that anyone in my family will be worried about who is going to inherit my refrigerator.
In fact, most of what my kids and sister will have to plow through is this:
There is a “Last Will And Testament” inside this house…somewhere. I’ll find it when I’m looking for something else, but that won’t happen until after I’ve created a new one.
Yes, I tried getting a copy of my latest document from the county clerk’s office. They haven’t registered copies of wills for 20 years.
At least now I know how long it’s been since I wrote the last one. The only thing that’s changed are the age of my junk — and my 4-footed family.
Soooo… I scoured for internet for a template I could use in order to create a will. One looked promising. I started filling out the usual stuff; names and addresses of beneficiaries.
When I arrived at the point where it asked if I wanted my digital assets to go to anyone in particular, I clicked, “Yes.” The moment it asked for the names and the passwords, I deleted 10 minutes of work and bugged out of that internet version of the Venus Fly Trap.
- Sure, I’d like to leave all my books to the family member who will see to it that they’re published.
- Yes, I’d like to have a will that says, “I leave all my worldly goods to my family equally. They can decide how they want to divide it up.”
But…but…to whom do I leave my 7 dogs and 2 cats? If my better half gets to live without me, that’s a no-brainer.
Pretty Pittie (the pit bull mutt with the white face) who is the sweetest thing since candy was invented, MUST go to my granddaughter. I’d give her more of my 4-footed family, but her dad is allergic to dogs.
Other than that, I’d suggest either they invest in either an antiquities specialist or a dumpster the size Montana.
Thats a thing to worry, it triggered a question in my head, in general, human makes the earth a place we can’t live. we must have a big banner that can be seen from space,” don’t come, go back, we invented money and destroyed earth, and we have lots of dieseases to kill our own species” 😎. Life is so short to worry about all this, but worrying about the unconditionally loving critters, yes we must take good care of them 😊👍
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If you don’t have a will, then the state can take control. There are people without immediate family that might want their house to go to a cousin or the person they are living with. I’m sure it works differently in different countries.
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Yes, that happens with government , and we should be prepared.👍 😎
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My SIL’s father literally has a garage like the one in the cartoon. You open the garage door and have to start moving stuff to get in it. So when I saw that cartoon before, I immediately sent it to my SIL. He’s not looking forward to dealing with it.
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Although I understand, it is so hard to throw things away. I’m still wearing the nightgowns and short set that my daughter used when she was 14 and left behind when she went to college. She’s 42 years old.
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Gosh, in our county they don’t register a will until the write is deceased…
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The county was registering them but said that people kept changing their wills and it was bogging down their system, so they said to create it, have it notarized, and keep it someplace safe. Mine is so safe, I haven’t been able to find it yet.
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