Inheritance

I was cold called last night by a pleasant woman tasked with selling insurance. I agreed to listen, hopeful of an attractive house and contents deal. But no, she was selling funeral insurance. I explained that I won't be at my own funeral, so I really don't have any interest in its organisation and certainly not in paying for it in advance. Actually, I find the whole idea of funerals quite distasteful. This idea of 'celebrating' the life of the departed by turning up too late to be part of it seems most odd to me. I know one or two hearse chasers, who jump at the opportunity to attend any funeral, no matter how spurious the connection. Frankly, if you are not celebrating life with someone actively, why turn up at the funeral? Not deterred, the pleasant woman moved on to the possibility of life insurance. Now, I have spent many hundreds of dollars gambling and have derived much pleasure from it. But I play and pay in the hope of a win - though at least the losing is fun. Life insurance involves the insurance company betting I will live and me betting I will die - this does not sound quite as much fun at all, I get to lose either money or my life. There didn't seem to be a 'win' for me at all. We agreed she might be better moving onto the next lucky FlyBuys customer on her list.

All that is an aside however, so on to the post topic. Earlier this week the cat of some good friends died. He was a very handsome, black fellow and a much loved family member. I knew him well, but Millie had never met him. It came as a surprise then to discover he left the bulk of his estate to her in his will. Today his supply of dried cat biscuits, long-life cat milk and flea treaments were delivered. Pets really are a blessing, if only they were with us longer. RIP Skinso.

"The little furry buggers are just deep, deep wells you throw all your emotions into."

    -Bruce Schimmel