Living Will.
My father has certainly been getting his ducks in a row since this heart attack happened.
I now have power of attorney over him (I told him I was buying monkeys with his money), as well as being one of the executors of his living will. So. Pretty much, I own him.
Also, he’s been getting the safety deposit box at the bank organized. I don’t even know what’s in there. A copy of his regular will, I guess. Some other stuff. Now, there’s a letter in there in an envelope that says, READ ME FIRST on it. I don’t know what that’s about.
It’s morbid, sure. But I’m glad he’s getting organized. Just in case.