I have to go to the funeral of a friend's husband later this week. He was only 33. It was sudden and very unexpected.
Bow season opened over the weekend. You guessed it... hunting accident. So Friday night, he was alive. Saturday night, he wasn't. Makes me glad we did take care of our wills early last month. This incident just reinforced how short life can really be.
Tasha now has to deal with not only burying her husband, but also all the crap that comes along after. Probate. Yuck. I've done a couple estates for work. Not fun, and probably even worse when it was an unexpected death - all the families I've dealt with to this point have been the children of elderly parents... when the deceased was 90, it wasn't a big shock for them to pass away. I feel bad that I have to be two hours away while she deals with all this. At least her family is there for her to lean on.
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