It not only chokes every prayer but every word from my writing as well. I’ll get started with today because Tuesdays are my will-probate-estate-superannuation-bank-forms-insurance-certifying docs-cancelling subscriptions day.
I called him sometime after my lunch break, about re-drafting the will. He said okay, I’ll have a look at the existing file and get back to you. An hour or so later I get a call back. Which bed is she in, I’m here now. What, how could he be at the hospital right now when we hadn’t even got up to making an appointment?! Fortunately I could leave work early that afternoon and made my way to meet him.
He comes in, white-haired, maybe late 70s, almost having a fall as he stepped into the ward. Looking more fitting for the palliative care ward than anyone else in the room. He pulls out a will for someone with my first name and hands it over to me. But I never did a will with him. I repeat her name to him – we are obviously doing her will today. Oh, I brought the wrong will! Never mind. He pulls out a blank piece of paper and starts to handwrite some barely legible notes. So, what is her name?
Where did you even find this guy, I ask her afterwards. He’s my friend’s lawyer. Actually he offered to be the executor for the will last time, but I said no and was thinking in my head whether he could outlive me.
Well, he did.
And this is the dodgy will we have to go with. Dodgy it is, because although the three of us came to a satisfactory agreement after much negotiation (my parents have fought over finances for their entire marriage, including those final few weeks), the wording has it such that it allows external parties to meddle and give their two cents about how the inheritance should be divided between us.
“I hated all the things I had toiled for under the sun, because I must leave them to the one who comes after me. And who knows whether that person will be wise or foolish? Yet they will have control over all the fruit of my toil into which I have poured my effort and skill under the sun. This too is meaningless.” – Ecclesiastes 2:18-19