You’re
probably thinking this is a sports post, but it’s not.
I’ve
been working on kind of a weird project lately.
I was thinking, a while back, “What
would happen if I were to drop dead?”
You know, massive heart attack, pushed in front of a subway train, or
hit by some Baltimore driver who was too busy texting to look where she’s
going. Something besides a long (or even
short) illness.
We
all toddle along with our messy lives with lots of things going on, fully
intending to tidy everything up later, but what if later never comes and
someone else has to step in and wrap up your business?
This
is especially important if, like me, you live alone. How would someone else know how to get into
your computer, or access your bank accounts to pay your bills and close the
account? How would anyone know you have
recurring bill payments set up, which could drain an account over time? What about your insurance information, or
investment accounts or 401k?
Obviously
you’d want to make things easy on them, so that nothing gets missed. So I was thinking, “I’d better leave some serious bread crumbs here, just in case something
happens to me. I’m sure not getting any
younger, and Baltimore isn’t getting any safer…”
I’ve
never had a will drawn up… mostly because I haven’t had anyone I felt the need
to designate as a beneficiary. (You
know, like a wife. The one I had was
leaving all her shit to her kids, so I never took any action. Then before I knew it, it was unnecessary.)
To
address this situation, I decided to write up a list of everything someone
would need to know, in order to settle my affairs, in the event of my tragic
demise. At first, I planned to seal it
in an envelope marked, “In Case I Drop
Dead,” and tack it to the bulletin board in my kitchen. (It doesn’t do any good if it isn’t
conspicuous.)
But
then I figured, “What if someone breaks
in, or it’s seen by some crooked maintenance guy. This envelope will have the “Keys to the
Kingdom,” if you will. Someone could use
that information to clean out everything I have.
So
now I decided it will have to be a two-part thing. I’ll still tack up an envelope, but it will
only contain a clue to where I’ve hidden the “real” envelope. It will be something only a relative (likely,
my brother) would know.
What
will be in the envelope? Here’s what
I’ve got so far.
· Most
importantly, it will reveal the existence of the spreadsheet on which I keep
all of my user IDs and passwords, to every account, service and utility I
have. (Like I said, in the wrong hands;
that alone would be big trouble.)
· A
breakdown of what’s on my computer and why it might matter.
· Instructions
to place one final message on my blog.
(I’d never just disappear and leave yinz hanging!)
· The
location of my important documents, like birth certificate, Social Security
card, insurance information, bank statements, and bill payment statements. The bill statements, (which I insist on being
mailed to me, despite the feverish efforts of every utility and bank to move me
to electronic statements), will provide the necessary information to cancel all
services, or at least indicate which services need cancelling.
· Notes
on how to pay my last bills via my bank’s online service, with the payees
already set up, and also to stop my recurring rent payments.
· Notes
on the various checking, savings and investment accounts I hold, with
instructions for the disbursement of said funds.
· Instructions
on what to do with all my crap. (Take
what you want, then sell/donate it all!)
· A
list of people I would like to be contacted, and informed of my passing. (Is it wrong that I have my local sports bar
on the list, so they don’t think I just left them for some other bar?) Also, instructions to put some kind of status
update for me on Facebook, if there still is such a thing.
· My
preference for a “Going Away Party” rather than a funeral, and a list of songs
to play.
Pour
the drinks and let the stories fly.
You
know, we spend all our lives accumulating things and setting up ongoing
systems. You’d think we’d give more
thought to how to stop the merry-go-round, after we’ve cashed in all our
E-tickets.
Has
anyone else ever given thought to the unthinkable, like this? If so, am I missing anything?
Yes. A lawyer would be win-win. The person would give important legal help and also enjoy perusing your memorabilia.
ReplyDeleteA going away party sounds great as long as it isn't a surprise!
Aw, but I don't WANNA deal with lawyers...
DeleteWithout kids or a house, my situation is pretty simple. I suppose I could get one of those DIY will forms... I saw one online this morning.
You already got rid of what I wanted.
ReplyDeleteWhat, you mean the 38 Special board? I figured you must have seen that sight enough in real life...
DeleteI'm a fan of this whole going away party over funeral thing.
ReplyDeleteI've never given this much thought. Then again, I'm that idiot that leaves himself automatically signed into everything so if I kick the bucket, the wife can just get on my computer and have instant access to everything. Good thing I trust her - and she trusts me!
Yeah, it's a whole different ballgame when you're married...You already have someone right there who can step in. Me? I'll be lucky if anyone finds me before there's nothing left but bones..
DeleteOkay, that sucks. Just finished a long, grumbling comment, and it lost it. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteBasically, I said that I've been thinking along those grey themes, as well, here lately. The hubs & I know where each other's "secret documents" are located, but there are so many messy organization systems going somewhere online with pictures and accounts and in my ridiculously complicated backup efforts (combination of Mozy, OneDrive, Google Drive, and something else I can't remember right now), as if anybody out there cares about my wedding pictures. *sigh* Anyway... btw, when did the pinkie thing end?? (Sorry I've been away & you've prob'ly talked about it already.)
Cristy
Sorry you first comment got eaten by the Black Hole of Blogger
DeleteWouldn't be a bad idea to collect all those details into a single doc, and let your husband know where it is.
Pinky and I split up last November. You can read my post on it, called Going Solo, November 2013.