Today I asked my little sister for her social security number to make her the secondary beneficiary on an insurance policy. During our discussion about that, I mentioned I’ve been thinking of having a will made recently, because it seems more important as I’ve gotten older and I actually have some belongings worth documenting these days.
Plus, if I’m medically incapacitated and something happens to my husband too so that he’s not able to make my end-of-life decisions (which he knows lean heavily toward DO NOT KEEP ME ALIVE IF I CAN’T THINK AND DO THINGS), I need someone else to make those decisions.
So I asked my sister if she’d be able to unplug me, and:
“Maybe put [your best friend] down. I would be tempted to Weekend at Bernie’s you.”
That little shit. 😂