Last night I spent several hours listing the details of my estate which is actually quite substantial, more so than I had thought.
First I leave everything to my husband (life-partner, spouse, lover or whatever term the reader is comfortable with) Bill. That's the easy part. However, since Bill is thirteen years older than me (82), the odds are he will die before me so I had to make provisions for subsequent beneficiaries should I die alone in the world.
I have no children but I do have four nieces and one nephew. I also have seven grand nieces and five grand nephews. They will all get $10,000. In addition to those beneficiaries I am leaving the same bequest to two life long friends who have always been kind and loyal to me during my lifetime. My final bequest is to my favorite charity, the Tipton-Haynes Historical site in Johnson City, Tennessee. That makes a total of twenty beneficiaries. Isn't it ironic that I am neat and precise even at the end of my life? Anal to the end, that's me.
All my jewelry (diamond rings included) go to my grand-nephews. My genealogy records go to my fifth cousin Tim Tipton who has agreed to continue our common Tipton family research. No one in my immediate family is interested in my records, which causes me great sadness but there isn't much I can do about that. I would hate to see all my records tossed out on the sidewalk on a rainy Saturday morning the way I have seen other records soggy and abandoned with no one to love and cherish them.
My personal items my long time friend Larry has agreed to rescue. Where the go after he departs, I do not know. Larry is the same age as I am. I'm not planning on checking out anytime soon but this could be my last day on earth. You never know. No doubt when he goes his children will toss my lifelong accumulation of memorabilia. I try not to think about it but I know of no one who wants it. I guess this is something that is only of value to me and Larry, Children of the Fifties.
My clothing and household items are to be donated to the Encore, a local thrift store run by Clear Space Productions. That should be a boon to them because I have LOADS of clothing, including all my business drag (ties, shirts, suits, etc) from my previous life as a banker. But then no one wears Business Drag down here in Lower Slower. The only drag down here are the gay drag queens in Rehoboth and I have NOTHING for them. I was born male and have always enjoyed being a male. I never had that gay urge to be a female. I like being a guy
I have given instructions for my house and all the remaining contents to be auctioned off and the proceeds go to my executor. They can use the proceeds as they wish.
Before I die I hope to sell most or all of my collectibles (including my stamp collection, coin collection, etc) on eBay. I've been procrastinating getting on eBay but as I approach my 70th year on this planet, I think it is time to part with these items so someone else can enjoy them.
And that my friends is my life...some money and a lot of junk (and maybe a good memory...or two).