wills
I am up early because today we have to amend our wills. One of our executors has been inconsiderate enough to pop off (n.b. black humour; no disrespect intended...) and a codicil needs adding. We should have waited till November, when the fee could have been donated to charity (what an excellent idea that is) but we are about to embark on our first trip abroad for quite a few years, and who knows what may happen - that's me, the eternal optimist. Not that there will be much for them to fight over, but still.
So we made our wills when the first offspring appeared, so we could specify who should be entrusted with her care in any sad event. We should, of course, have done it even sooner, because of the bureaucratic nightmare that ensues when you shuffle off this mortal coil intestate
So - two sorts of people perplex me, and I number friends in both camps.
1. Those who won't make one because it brings the chill breath on their neck closer and more real - I empathise, but think it's a bit selfish
2. Those like my stonkingly rich friend who lie awake at night worrying about which of their descendants they're going to disinherit next because they haven't told her lately that they love her (reminds me of a Victorian novel plot!) Wills can indeed break up families - none of my gran's six siblings spoke to her after their mother left her more than them because she'd looked after her.
So how do other people feel about this emotive issue?