Like the estate of this fella for example... Chess icon Fischer's body exhumed over paternity - Yahoo! News I surely don't have the means of many of the folks I know, and know of, but I couldn't imagine my kin having to put up with legal wranglings for what ever I have when I am no longer breathing air. We have a will and a trust... they are not equal, and I say so in the documents to set the tone of the bequests. I would have thought he had a will... he was a thinking man, even if he was a weirdo... The love-child story is one that has always been associated with personalities of note... and most nations/states have laws governing the claims to an estate made by unacknowledged bastards that are descended from the decedent... I don't have any bastard children... I do have bastard kin. I also have a "DNA" bank so if there is a question about myself or Susan, they can determine if our bloodlines were included... or excluded. I hope each of you have made some plans and documented them... What did you do to pass on your estate???
That lawsuit and the exhuming of his body is just plain silly. There's no way he's the father of the child. What part of "Chess Icon" even suggests that he ever got laid.
Bobby Fischer was not a thinking man. He was an idiot savant. And he was bonkers. And wasn't he also wanted for tax evasion? He was a brilliant but boring chess player. At his peak he could beat every other chess player. But his games were dullsville. As for me, I couldn't care less if they dig me up after I'm dead, take samples, and grind me up to make Oscar Meyer wieners. Once I'm dead I've got no further use for my body and they can do what they like with it. Hell, they can put my head in a sack and use it for a polo ball like in that movie with Sean Connery, The Man Who Would Be King. As long as they wait until I've died of natural causes. Except that I'll probably be cremated, since that's a cheaper way to dispose of remains, since it's illegal to just dig a hole and drop the corpse into it, which would be my second choice after being recycled into wieners. What a waste, that we just throw away all that food when there are children starving in Africa! As for an estate, my plan is to die broke. But since that is problematical, I have a will. I may have a trust drawn up some day, but a will is good enough for me because, again, once I'm dead I don't really give a bunny what happens. And in WA a will does not involve as much legal hassle as it does in some states.
I married my common-law wife of 30+ years when she turned 66 and everything is jointly owned. With one exception, her kids by her first marriage don't care for or contact her. She hasn't worked since 1985 so other than Social Security, she has no independent assets beyond clothing. Her medical expenses have exceeded her Social Security income. My wife is 13 years older and in mediocre health. So I'm not sure there is much 'there' to worry about. As for me, contact me after death and ask if I give a sh*t. However, I'm thinking about getting a tatoo over my heart: Bob Wilson
Our goal is to die broke - and, unlike Daniel, we have a better chance of it Of course, we don't plan to die anytime soon... give us another hundred years or so, anyway...
I told my financial guy that I have two goals: 1) spend almost everything up to the day my retirement kicks in. 2) spend all my retirement and die with nothing. He asked what would happen if I ran out before I died. Impossible, I replied. With my last $1,000 I will pay a stranger to shoot me. Problem solved.
W.S. Maugham wrote a short story about a guy who was sick and tired of the rat race. He could not afford a lifetime annuity, but if he sold everything he could afford a ten-year annuity. He figured ten years of paradise was better than a lifetime in the rat race. So he sold everything, left his wife and kids, bought a ten-year annuity, and moved to Tahiti. His plan was to kill himself when the annuity ran out. For ten years he lived a simple but comfortable life in paradise. But at the end of the ten years, he didn't have the courage to kill himself. For a while he was able to live on credit, as he had always paid his bills before. Then stores stopped giving him credit, and his landlord kicked him out, and he sponged off of friends, until finally they abandoned him. He turned into a drunkard, and finally died a broken, lonely, and miserable man. The moral is, it's easy to plan suicide for the future, but very hard to actually do it when the time comes. Maybe there are not a lot of Prius Chatters who remember Francis Gary Powers, the spy pilot shot down over Russia in 1960. He was supposed to commit suicide if he was shot down. He didn't. What kind of dirt bag sends a spy out with orders to kill himself? Anyway, suicide isn't as easy as it might seem.
Good point, Daniel: even after I run out of money there's always credit cards! I stopped reading after that part. Was there more?
Easy. Have somebody tie you to a chair, Clockwork Orange style, and force you to watch the Twilight movies. You'll be begging to be put out of your misery in minutes.
Nothing really important. Can't make a decent movie out of a good book... yeah, I know, I'm the only one on Prius Chat that enjoyed the books. The premise was stupid, but the books were exciting and fun. :behindsofa: I was always rooting for the dogs.
