The elder messed up gene
My sister called today to say that she knows I tried to finagle my mother into a will and that I made her sign a blank form and she has all the evidence of this and I am not going to get away with anything.
It’s always refreshing to get a call from my sister – each message screams LUNATIC – but I digress. The truth is about eight years ago I think I read in INStyle magazine that you could do your own will online. So I went to the website and did one for me and Steve making my older niece the executrix. I told mom about it and sent her the forms. I don’t know what she did with it. Since that time, I learned that those wills don’t stand and I had my attorney actually do a real will for me. And since my attorney is mom’s attorney, he did a real will for her.
The point is that my mom is in the hospital. She has NOTHING. And who gives a flying fuck about her will? And what would I be trying to finagle? What I envision happening when my mom passes is a lot of sadness and boxes to Goodwill along with a refrigerator that has food items containing 1998 expiration dates on them that will need to be cleaned out and thrown away. Will shmill.
The truth is that as I have said before The Family Tree Stops Here – there is a large cosmic reason for this.