The executor, or personal representative, is the person responsible for carrying out the instructions in a will once the person who wrote the will, or the testator, has passed. The testator is allowed to choose any competent adult to serve as executor, and most wills appoint an executor of the estate. However, if the will does not mention an executor, the probate court will appoint someone to be the executor.
legalzoom: What If There Is No Named Executor in a Will?
Although I have almost nothing, there are still shit details which need to be resolved.
The CDs listed on the sidebar might as well be shadows but that may not always be true. With me poofed, there's no-one to get the payout and that's stupid.
Zen Yogi: it's untidy too
Thanks for that tip, Yogi. You sound like my ol' Dad, Yogi.
Zen Yogi: did your ol' Dad ever go out to steal pic-a-nic baskets with you?
Good point, Yogi. He would have been good at it, tho, since he was skinny and he was fast; he was a total ectomorph.
Zen Yogi: what the hell is an ectomorph?
The ectomorphs are shape-shifters, Yogi. They're said to look like skinny people but that's only when other people can see them.
Zen Yogi: you are skinny, Silas
Yes, I am one of them and my favorite shape is an octopus since I can type, play the piano, and abuse myself while still having enough tentacles to eat potato chips.
Zen Yogi: you are sick, Silas
Amazingly, I might have heard that before.
Zen Yogi: you can't play piano anyway
Yah, I know since I fuckin' broke it. Broke me damn heart it did since I never before pulled kit out of the studio when I really wanted to keep it.
Zen Yogi: look at the bright side since now you have two spare tentacles
Thanks, Yogi.
The executor and management of how such an entity is defined, etc are worries to Yevette and of course they are since any crash is harder to watch than to experience. I know that because I've been in a fuckload of them.
Making a Will does not solve the immediate problem of keeping do-gooders far the hell away from me during the worst of things. More importantly, the paperwork keeps them off Yevette's ass if any difficult decision needs to be made. They're the Inquisitors and only valid legal paperwork can hold them off. I have those documents in-hand so the executor sets the last piece of any puzzle of Things Which Need to Be Done.
Booboo: how can you be so cold about this? Don't you know it hurts people to see it?
I'm quite sure I'm not cold, Booboo, although I do like a blanket for lying down. I do appreciate the pain it causes but that can only be ameliorated by reason. One of the greatest gifts from my ol' Mother was the way she was entirely dispassionate about any aspect of the croak out. That told me of her preparation and also of her peace.
When she was dying I told my sibs she was setting herself free and setting us free at the same time. She knew it too.
Booboo: did they get it?
Nope. I suck as a Zen Master (larfs).
Regardless of anyone else's acceptance I have total confidence she was at peace with her situation, she just didn't want it to hurt any more than bloody necessary.
Hopefully it's apparent the situation is the same with me. My preference is to stay to be the ever-scintillating radiance of dissidence but that can't happen so I just don't want it to hurt any more than bloody necessary.
Zen Yogi: that gives you zero degrees of separation from anyone else on the planet
I know, Yogi, but sometimes or many times, they don't.
The pain situation is still not a kill shot at this time. If it were constant, there would be no choice with the morphine since it's got to fucking stop or considerably cool off. Typically the worst comes in stabs and that's Legba with his best sword fighting.
Legba: I am killing you so stop your whining
You're not killing me, motherfucker; you're just reminding me that you can. Piss off.
Legba: you're not much of a warrior
You're not much of a Devil with your meth and Viagra. You sound like the Rodney Dangerfield of fucking demonism. Take my life ... please. Fuck you.
Zen Yogi: is this supposed to be funny?
Death is funnier than you may realize. It's not that funny while you still think you're immortal, tho.
Zen Yogi: how long does that last?
Usually right up until people start doing it themselves.
"Death is easy. Comedy is hard." - Noel Coward
legalzoom: What If There Is No Named Executor in a Will?
Although I have almost nothing, there are still shit details which need to be resolved.
The CDs listed on the sidebar might as well be shadows but that may not always be true. With me poofed, there's no-one to get the payout and that's stupid.
Zen Yogi: it's untidy too
Thanks for that tip, Yogi. You sound like my ol' Dad, Yogi.
Zen Yogi: did your ol' Dad ever go out to steal pic-a-nic baskets with you?
Good point, Yogi. He would have been good at it, tho, since he was skinny and he was fast; he was a total ectomorph.
Zen Yogi: what the hell is an ectomorph?
The ectomorphs are shape-shifters, Yogi. They're said to look like skinny people but that's only when other people can see them.
Zen Yogi: you are skinny, Silas
Yes, I am one of them and my favorite shape is an octopus since I can type, play the piano, and abuse myself while still having enough tentacles to eat potato chips.
Zen Yogi: you are sick, Silas
Amazingly, I might have heard that before.
Zen Yogi: you can't play piano anyway
Yah, I know since I fuckin' broke it. Broke me damn heart it did since I never before pulled kit out of the studio when I really wanted to keep it.
Zen Yogi: look at the bright side since now you have two spare tentacles
Thanks, Yogi.
The executor and management of how such an entity is defined, etc are worries to Yevette and of course they are since any crash is harder to watch than to experience. I know that because I've been in a fuckload of them.
Making a Will does not solve the immediate problem of keeping do-gooders far the hell away from me during the worst of things. More importantly, the paperwork keeps them off Yevette's ass if any difficult decision needs to be made. They're the Inquisitors and only valid legal paperwork can hold them off. I have those documents in-hand so the executor sets the last piece of any puzzle of Things Which Need to Be Done.
Booboo: how can you be so cold about this? Don't you know it hurts people to see it?
I'm quite sure I'm not cold, Booboo, although I do like a blanket for lying down. I do appreciate the pain it causes but that can only be ameliorated by reason. One of the greatest gifts from my ol' Mother was the way she was entirely dispassionate about any aspect of the croak out. That told me of her preparation and also of her peace.
When she was dying I told my sibs she was setting herself free and setting us free at the same time. She knew it too.
Booboo: did they get it?
Nope. I suck as a Zen Master (larfs).
Regardless of anyone else's acceptance I have total confidence she was at peace with her situation, she just didn't want it to hurt any more than bloody necessary.
Hopefully it's apparent the situation is the same with me. My preference is to stay to be the ever-scintillating radiance of dissidence but that can't happen so I just don't want it to hurt any more than bloody necessary.
Zen Yogi: that gives you zero degrees of separation from anyone else on the planet
I know, Yogi, but sometimes or many times, they don't.
The pain situation is still not a kill shot at this time. If it were constant, there would be no choice with the morphine since it's got to fucking stop or considerably cool off. Typically the worst comes in stabs and that's Legba with his best sword fighting.
Legba: I am killing you so stop your whining
You're not killing me, motherfucker; you're just reminding me that you can. Piss off.
Legba: you're not much of a warrior
You're not much of a Devil with your meth and Viagra. You sound like the Rodney Dangerfield of fucking demonism. Take my life ... please. Fuck you.
Zen Yogi: is this supposed to be funny?
Death is funnier than you may realize. It's not that funny while you still think you're immortal, tho.
Zen Yogi: how long does that last?
Usually right up until people start doing it themselves.
"Death is easy. Comedy is hard." - Noel Coward
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