Last night, in a fog of the good cough syrup and benadryls, i realized that I didn’t have a will and/or plan of action if I kicked the bucket tomorrow.
For example, would someone know to call my clients to tell them I died?
Who has my mom’s phone number? I’m guessing she would want a call.
Who get’s my dogs?
Who gets the 19 boxes of Christmas shit?
Crap- how many days could i be dead in my house before someone realized that I kicked the bucket?
I probably need to figure this out. Since I’m single, no kids, no husband, there is no one to figure this stuff out. I need to write things down. I need to have a “Call list.”
I need to figure out who gets my collection of 90’s CD’s and trashy romance novels.
Here is what I do know:
1.) Someone needs to call my parents if I kick the bucket.
2.) Someone needs to take my dogs.
3.) Someone needs to delete my email account and social media.
4.) I want to be cremated, and my ashes divided into thirds. One will go to my parents to deal with. Second batch, Nang will know what to do with. Third- field of bluebonnets with Dixie Chicks Wide Open Spaces playing.
5.) Someone please throw a boozy party after I kick the bucket. I’m talking lots of carbs, lots of chocolate, and lots of cocktails.
This wasn’t a depressing post or anything huh?