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Now that I'm divorced* I finally got around to updating my will. I went to the fellow who ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thewronghands recommended over in Bellevue. He does seem very knowledgeable, especially about poly-related issues that don't (yet?) apply to me. I also didn't get the slimy feeling that I got with the last guy who did a will for me. (Thanks, Microsoft!)
Seeing as how I now have neither a spouse nor real estate, it was pretty simple: m'boy gets everything, no trust, and funerary costs are to be kept to a minimum so he gets more dead presidents from his dead M. If there's to be a wake, sorry, I'm not paying for it. Ex is first in line to be an executor**, but she's not a beneficiary.
There's only one weird thing about my will: I asked that my ashes be scattered, if legally permitted by the BLM, in the Black Rock Desert. Aw, rats. I just remembered that I have an iTunes playlist for just this occasion. Ah well, it isn't long enough, and I hope I'll have time to expand it.
This is going to cost... a bit more than I'd hoped. It still needed to happen, though. Now that I'm going to have a new, pricey divorcée's will, Murphy's Law dictates that at least one Ms. Right will sashay into my life.
Spent nearly all of yesterday at chezack_yeahright talking, eating, and drinking way too much. Yes, I had other places to go, but I lost track of time.
Oh: Zuckerberg's Data Mine informs me that the lovely woman from Saturday night is from Iran, which explains why I couldn't place her accent, and that she knowsdomestinatrix. World shrinkage!
*Yay!
**"Executrix" jokes from The Crying of Lot 49 go here.
thewronghands recommended over in Bellevue. He does seem very knowledgeable, especially about poly-related issues that don't (yet?) apply to me. I also didn't get the slimy feeling that I got with the last guy who did a will for me. (Thanks, Microsoft!)Seeing as how I now have neither a spouse nor real estate, it was pretty simple: m'boy gets everything, no trust, and funerary costs are to be kept to a minimum so he gets more dead presidents from his dead M. If there's to be a wake, sorry, I'm not paying for it. Ex is first in line to be an executor**, but she's not a beneficiary.
There's only one weird thing about my will: I asked that my ashes be scattered, if legally permitted by the BLM, in the Black Rock Desert. Aw, rats. I just remembered that I have an iTunes playlist for just this occasion. Ah well, it isn't long enough, and I hope I'll have time to expand it.
This is going to cost... a bit more than I'd hoped. It still needed to happen, though. Now that I'm going to have a new, pricey divorcée's will, Murphy's Law dictates that at least one Ms. Right will sashay into my life.
Spent nearly all of yesterday at chez
ack_yeahright talking, eating, and drinking way too much. Yes, I had other places to go, but I lost track of time.Oh: Zuckerberg's Data Mine informs me that the lovely woman from Saturday night is from Iran, which explains why I couldn't place her accent, and that she knows
domestinatrix. World shrinkage!*Yay!
**"Executrix" jokes from The Crying of Lot 49 go here.
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Date: 2016-06-03 09:20 pm (UTC)From:If they can't legally scatter them, it seems likely someone could throw them into one of the many fires. I think the temple burn would be nice...
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Date: 2016-06-03 09:40 pm (UTC)From: