This, I thought, was a bit previous as I have no intention of dying anytime soon, although I grudgingly admit that at some point it may have to happen. One of the main tips in the article was to remember to regularly review your will. My wife and I made our first will about twenty five years ago when we took out a new mortgage.
I think, at the time, that we giggled our way through it at the strangeness of it all, laughing in the distant face of our assumed unlikely deaths. Oh to be young again. I also admit that I have very little knowledge on the financial side of the death equation. That actually happened to a friend who had his own business, with disastrous results. It surprised me, when I sat down to review the contents of our first will, that we immediately wanted to change a few things in it.
There were no drastic changes, but the exercise caused us to think things through that, decades ago, had seemed straightforward. Bottom line was that over the years your circumstances change, but so do your attitudes toward them.
For starters, at what point do you end your spreadsheet modelling for retirement? Does it just kind of fade away as you approach your nineties? Or have you had a stab at filling out one of those on-line calculators that give you an actuarial Estimated Departure Time? Should you spend more in your Sixties than you plan to in your Eighties? Only Sex to go, and I will have finally delivered on the promise of my title.
I opened The Times yesterday morning to this photo and my heart fell. Was one of this timeless couple gone? Alas, it was true. Oh Sandy baby, some day, when high-igh school is done. Olivia was up there with Felicity Kendal in the nineteen eighties as the girl all the boys wanted. Well, us good, somewhat innocent boys anyway. I thought, and still think, he was totally gormless in the role, and was so lucky that she was so perfect in hers that, as a couple, they worked.
