Where there's a will..........

I am at an unfortunate age. Actually, the beginning of an unfortunate time of life, in that people older than me are starting or planning to die. Prepare yourself for morbid-r-us. My parents have asked me to help them get their "affairs in order" as they complete the sunset of their lives. Uh, okay. Why me? There are four kids in this family, some of whom have worked in finance! Some have worked in insurance! Some have worked with tax prep! No, they want me for reasons unknown. I bought a book called, "The Executor's Guide". My Mom is thrilled with my preparation. She assures me there is nothing to it, it's all in writing. This is a woman who still has her wedding lingerie in her dresser, from 50 years ago. She is married to a man who still has a home-made bomb shelter in his basement with 40 year-old canned food in case "the big one" should fall. Considering the unbelievably remote location where they live, I think they're pretty safe. Dad built their house when they were newlyweds. I wasn't kidding about the bomb shelter. Reinforced walls, the works. We should turn it into a museum! The house has another basement that has been used for various things over the years, mostly storage for all of the stuff they can't part with. I think I know why they picked me. It's suddenly clear. They know that I am the most sentimental of all the kids. My brother would be happy tipping the house on it's end and emptying it into a big dumpster. My sisters have mentioned arson. I, on the other hand, would probably find a place of honor for Great Auntie's hand knit tea cozy and every other little family doo dad. So, depending on how you look at it, I am either the perfect or the worst person for the job.