Today, I finalized my choices for health benefits at work. I've calmed down a little since last post, and am ready to admit that, for the price, the coverage is pretty darned good. Still, I'd much rather be paying the government to give me medical care. That aside, one of the more interesting bits of information I've had to ask for was the social security numbers of my parents, for entry on my life insurance beneficiary form. This is a first, me asking for their SSNs, as if they're my dependents or some such. In the past, it was always the other way around. Only on my 18th birthday did Dad give me my Social Security card along with my newly arrived draft card and said, "Put these in your wallet until you figure out a better place for 'em. The future's your problem, now."
In this case, I sent an e-mail to Dad. It explained the level of benefits in the event of my untimely death, the differing levels if said death occurred due to an accident, and a brief sketch of the way I wanted things taken care of with said money. The last couple lines went like this: 'I'm going to put together a living will soon, but my wishes are that you should first use any death benefit to pay any of my outstanding bills (including anything I may still owe to Grandma Super-Stern), for my funeral arrangements, and attempt to enjoy whatever is left by way of a European vacation. ;-) Please be assured that I don't intend to die anytime soon, and would rather that nobody, repeat, but nobody, ever gets to vacation on my death-dime.'
Sometimes, it's kind of fun to get to be an adult. One gets to say the most absurd crap, and have it backed up with cash.
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