{"id":137932,"date":"2012-06-26T13:00:05","date_gmt":"2012-06-26T20:00:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/getrichslowly.org\/blog\/?p=137932"},"modified":"2018-11-21T08:22:51","modified_gmt":"2018-11-21T16:22:51","slug":"estate-settlement-reading-the-will-is-not-what-you-expect","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.getrichslowly.org\/estate-settlement-reading-the-will-is-not-what-you-expect\/","title":{"rendered":"Estate Settlement: Reading the Will Is Not What You Expect"},"content":{"rendered":"
Big life experiences: If you haven’t been through them, I wrote earlier<\/a>, then images from movies and TV will shape your expectations and may leave you confused. No, you (or your partner) won’t give birth on an elevator or in the backseat of Brooklyn taxi accompanied by a witty but kindhearted cabbie.<\/p>\n And, chances are, in estate settlement, you won’t experience scenes like the two pop-culture references that came to my mind in younger years:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Yes, I’m female. Still, no matter your gender, chances are you can picture your own television or movie scenes, grieving family crowded into a wood-paneled office, either satisfied or shocked by what they’re hearing. (In a soap opera, this is usually where the never-acknowledged son or daughter comes out of the woodwork.)<\/p>\n Last message from Dad<\/b><\/i> A few weeks later, I got a large envelope in the mail with a copy of the will. (For those who commented on this after the previous piece: No, it didn’t arrive immediately, and we had to pointedly ask for it to find out when to expect it.) I took one look at the envelope, set it carefully on the table and made dinner for my little boy. After he was in bed, I poured a glass of wine, gritted my teeth and finally started reading at the dining table.<\/p>\n No wood-paneled office, no gasps of surprise \u2026 but still one of the weirder experiences of my life. It felt like hearing my dad’s voice, but filtered through a cold interpreter who only has an outdated grasp of English — a more severe Shakespeare.<\/p>\n Everyone has a “crumpled second page”<\/b><\/i> One conversation with the attorneys turned up a “crumpled second page” of a life insurance policy, creating a need for legal detective work. (If you looked in your filing cabinet now, do you think you’d have something equivalent to a crumpled second page of something? I know I would. Dave Ramsey writes about organizing documents for your loved ones in a Legacy Drawer<\/a>.)<\/p>\n\n
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\nAs I described earlier, the first communication I received from the attorneys representing the trust was a legal document I was expected to sign — but didn’t. After my siblings and I returned the forms, we received an email from the firm’s representative, introducing himself and expressing sympathy for our loss.<\/p>\n
\nSetting aside movie comparisons, one of the issues most families will struggle with is secrecy — for many reasons, children don’t want to talk to parents about money<\/a>. I discovered in the early weeks of this process that my siblings and I had different levels of understanding about Dad’s plans, and that my older siblings, who knew more, were still hamstrung by out-of-date information — plans Dad made that later changed or just vague descriptions of assets that are now proving difficult to track down.<\/p>\n