These have been dark days. During the pandemic that shall not be named (but starts with a C and ends in 19) it has been difficult to escape the uncomfortable introspection related to your mortality on this earthly plane. More people are becoming aware of the necessity of dealing with your last wishes before, well, that fateful final day.
I used to be an avid follower of the Wizard of Id. This offbeat comic strip, set in the Middle Ages, appeared in the Sunday Paper. One particular strip bears relevance to this topic. A peasant woman, cradling her cat, approaches the overlord’s official. She says to him; ‘I want to leave my fortune to my cat’. He questions her, saying what you own is not a fortune. Her answer: ‘it is to a cat’.