Why is it that when people pop their clogs and head off to smell their flowers (cremation or burial) interest often shifts to remembering them to ‘what is in it for me?’. What sort of a family guy attitude is that when someone is six feet under?
The term ‘Michael Jackson’s will’ won’t re-kindle terms relating to mental strength (wibble) but rather the legacy, estate and music rights he has left behind. ‘Where there is a will – there is family’ as the great estate debate goes on.
Do you have a will and does it include any strange requests for the day you come to be surrounded by flowers. Do let me know here in comments even if you didn’t know the deceased. Cheers….