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Put that in, and someone will ask you how you trim their toenails.

TV. No, honestly, it's a hobby. You might as well have it.

Otherwise I don't have much to will away... hmmm, I wonder who would want a 48 year old car....

I think having a will is just tidier--that way it's really clear whose job it is to stand there and go "But I don't know what to do with all this crap!"

Or maybe that's just mine. I wonder if my dad would be miffed if I gave all my money to my mother. And my chattel (I first learnt that word rifling through my father's private papers and reading his will at the time) to my sister.

It's not like I have anything anyone wants.

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Oh god, not lately.

Roping, riding.

HA HA

After this, I have to do my own review, and I'm already freaking out about it. Ugh.

(I first learnt that word rifling through my father's private papers and reading his will at the time)

heh. Funny story: I was rifling through my father's private papers and found his will. Since I was 9 at the time, I thought that meant that he was about to die, so I moped around for several days until he finally got fed up and asked me what was wrong. I burst into tears, and wailed "I don't want you to die!" After much sobbing on my part, he finally got the story out of me, and explained gently that having a will didn't mean that he was about to die. Then he said "if you hadn't been snooping, this never would have happened. :)

I was a lot more mercenary and grabbalicious about finding my father's will--I was about 9 myself at the time.

Mostly, I was stoked at what I was getting. Don't remember what it was, but it sure was grownup stuff. The death part never hit home. In fact, I was the teeniest bit impatient.

I'm going through my departed mother-in-law's stuff, and it's weird, having the responsibility to decide what of things she considered precious get ruled trash or not. I don't like it, it feels like passing judgement on her life.

I'm going through my departed mother-in-law's stuff, and it's weird, having the responsibility to decide what of things she considered precious get ruled trash or not. I don't like it, it feels like passing judgement on her life.

Oh, when I die and my relatives go through my shit, I bet for 2/3rds of my stuff they'll be going, "Why the fuck did he have this?"

I bet for 2/3rds of my stuff they'll be going, "Why the fuck did he have this?"

Is that the porn 2/3rds?

Is that the porn 2/3rds?

I should start keeping all that sort of stuff in a box/folder marked "In the event of my death, destroy without opening."

Mostly, I was stoked at what I was getting.

I got nothing. It all went to my mom and his parents.

I should start keeping all that sort of stuff in a box/folder marked "In the event of my death, destroy without opening."

you gotta have a "porn friend", that person that, in the event of your death, hustles over to your house and cleans out all of your porn/toys/naughty stuff before your relatives come to clean out your place.