The Will to Make a Will

The trouble with being young is the feeling of being invincible.  Two young people, prime of their lives and it's going to be fine forever..you push the other one's wheel chair with you cane while you try to wheel your own chair.  All this while enjoying the very beautiful view in the retirement village of your choice (in Hawaii let's say for fun).  What no one likes to tell you is to be prepared for death.  Of course you talk about it kind of like the way Billy Crystal talked about death in "When Harry Met Sally".  He thinks about it a lot, thinks he is a morbid wacko and she basically looks at him with confirmation that he is nuts.  I think about death a lot. Well, I have been thinking about death a lot today for the obvious reasons, N and I will be attending a wake for a wonderful lady whose life was cut short by what I like to call the pain the ass, never liked you, hate you, suck it..cancer word.  That's right.  This blog entry is all about my fear that one day someone will be writing in their blog about ME and going to my funeral.  Who is going to get my Depression glass?  Who would want my less than Marc Jacobs shoe collection?  How much does a will cost?  Well..All of this has depressed me so get out your tissues because I might cry.  It's ok, I can come home and look at my shoes.   Right?