In Dad We Trust

old_man-2After my dad’s funeral, we began the first monumental task: wrapping up his financial affairs. Dad’s money was his favorite thing. We thought he would’ve treated it better.

My Dad got his will from legalforms.com or whoever else peddles legal forms to unsuspecting octogenarians on the web. For a man who always claimed his browser was “broken,” he found a way to buy and print a will. Then, in all caps — he couldn’t work the shift key — he typed his name, my name, signed it and had it witnessed and notarized. If he’d stopped right there, it would have been easy to transfer his stuff to my name. But nothing is easy with my dad. He downloaded another form to establish a trust. The trust is another way to pass on money, and totally unnecessary. To use a trust, you must set your money up in trust accounts. Loosely translated, a trust is an account that requires your beneficiary to jump through more hoops than Shamu trying to get a fish. My father did all of this jockeying to avoid paying a lawyer to write his will and to eliminate the need for a lawyer when he died. read more

My Dad, the Sheriff and Mrs. Obama

My Dad’s visit is over, but he left a legacy of misinformation and ridiculous arguments. Speaking of arguments, we

"You want me to break a window?"

only had one argument the whole three days, mostly because I didn’t feel like baiting him. I know, why miss those golden opportunities? But he provided quite enough entertainment  on his own. This week, I’ll focus on the argument. read more