Recently I had occasion to be the "witness" portion of a will-signing.
I am not even sure if that is the correct term. Witness?
A lawyer was present, and I had to sign about 14 different duplicates of 17 different documents, for a friend that was doing their will.
While doing so, I said aloud, "Well, I hope you at least left me something in this thing!"
The lawyer cut in at that point and informed me that this is a very integral part of the deal. The person doing the signing CANNOT BE A BENEFICIARY OF THE WILL.
I signed, and signed and signed.
Ever since then I have been troubled by a bit of a conundrum.
Regarding my own "estate" which [believe me, friends] does not amount to much, on an Earthly scale. But I have my books.
A lifetime of selective collecting.
Of all of my possessions, the one thing I would not like to "lose" -- is my book collection.
I think I would sooner have my car smashed into a bridge abutment [with me inside it] than have my books destroyed.
In many ways [that are probably clinically psychotic] I identify my very being… my existence... with my books!
So -- a logical question ensues…
Who do I leave them to?
When I die.
Who would I leave these things to?
The answer is --> I do not know.
None of my kith and kin, none of my family -- would want them.
Jack [my cat]… prefers comic books. [And endless licking of himself].
I have no one to leave this precious stuff to. A lifetime of collecting.
Where does it go when I croak?
A while ago -- the superintendent of my building told me that someone in the neighboring building [there are three in our complex]… this person died and left an entire Fiction Library to his wife, and she THREW IT ALL INTO THE DUMPSTER.
I said to him -- "Oh my God and personal saviour JESUS CHRIST…….. why did you not tell me of this?"
I would have climbed into that dumpster and retracted those books WITH MY UVULA!
…….. will a similar thing happen when I die?
Will my own beloved Library go into a dumpster, to be smashed along with diapers and uneaten pasta [we all never quite get the measurement right, do we?]…… mashed into an amalgam of random garbage?
Hence -- I am announcing the following decision.
When I sort of sense that I will be dying, I am going to post here on my Bookpuddle Blog my moribund intentions -- and ask if anyone out there wants to receive my hundreds of books, upon my demise.
Applicants will have to provide a sort of Reason why I should choose them as the Successor to my one lifelong Greatest Possession.
[I am not kidding]…….
I already know that none of my family is going to want my books when I kick off.
If you want them -- you must tell me.
While…….. while I am "of sound mind."