Dean hates talking about death. It’s a subject he’d rather avoid. Whereas I’m big on planning and dreaming up worst case scenarios—which is why I’m such a good business person. The thought of spending money on mausoleums and expensive burial plots, in my mind, is such a waste of hard-earned money. For all I care, bury me in the backyard with a shovel. Cheap and convenient is all I want. Maybe spend the money and have a huge party with a ton of good food. Lots of lumpia, an In-n-Out truck, french fries, and ice-cream cake. Oh and my aunt’s spinach dip. “It’s like crack cocaine,” we like to say.
I also don’t want people gathering around my grave to picnic and reminisce. I’d rather people honor my memory by celebrating their own life. Go for a hike and if you think of me when you encounter a six-legged insect, well then, my life’s work has been done. I love and collect insects, for those of you who don’t know.
Anywho, Dean insists that we’re buried side-by-side. Even in death, we’ll still be together. I joke, “Where is my second husband going to go?” This is where Dean makes a big pouty face.
But last time we had this conversation, I continued, “In all seriousness, if I died, I want you to marry someone else. I want you to be happy. And I want our kid to have a mother.”
I thought about it more and realized, I have absolute faith that Dean would pick the right spouse. I have no doubt he would zero in on someone who was family-oriented and loved our child.
What about you? Do you trust your spouse or partner to find the right person?
What protocols have you put in place to care for your family in the event of an untimely death?