Do not talk to us about Probate. It is a bad subject. Management calls it "Lawyer Fest." I cannot say the other things she calls it, because Elaine might cancel my contract. I stand for family values and The American Way, not swearing.
Mainly the boss is OK, as liberals go. She is always worried about some dumb problem. I think she would send these Probaters to Gitmo, tho. And she would not care if they had a problem. Ever.
This is her free advice: have a trust. Give your stuff away. You cannot take it with you. Do not ask one of your friends or relatives to be the executor of your estate. Do not expect that people who are sneaky liars when you are alive will change just because you die. Make sure that if your friends or relatives get stuck selling your house and all your stuff, they get first dibs on any money. Put it in writing. If the other bipeds do not like it, cut them out of your will.
Remember that the court system is the Lawyers and Judges Club. You do not count. The lawyers will charge you for breathing while you do all the work. The rules are written by lawyers. Guess who they favor.
If the little bipeds want to be a lawyer when they grow up, lock them in a closet until they are 21. Refuse to spend any money on tuition for law school.
If you really hate someone, make them executor of an estate in Michigan.
(Maybe she will calm down now so I can watch TV.)
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