Where there's a Will, it's legal

So part of the awesomeness deploying is getting to visit the legal office on base.  That was sarcasm.

The legal office on base is not a bad place.  Unless you happen to be on the wrong side of the law, which I am not.  The staff were very friendly and extraordinarily helpful, but the reasons you are there are just bad.  Bad, horrible reasons.

What reason, you ask, could be so horrible.  Writing a will, that's what!
After over 12 years in the military, the prospect of being seriously hurt or injured is there, but you never really think about it.  Think about it, would you want to hang out with someone who always thought about dying?  Of course not.

What I didn't know was that it would lead to a small drama scene.  You know the type, where a couple has a disagreement in public, but no one wants to make a scene.  It's not a big deal, so why make a huge fuss.  However, you can't let a spouse get away with doing something wrong.

In this case, it was about who got what in the event that Sarah and I die.  I did exactly as I had always done on my wills, leave everything to Sarah and if we both died, split it among my brothers.  No changes, keep it simple.  Sarah, however, had never read my will before, and when she hears this, she quietly and angrily tells me she is dissatisfied.  Which is a bit of an understatement.

I tried to defend myself, but nothing was suitable for Sarah.  What I didn't know was that Sarah had put in her will that, should we both die, and I die first, everything gets split between our mothers.  This is the fifth or sixth time I had had a will drawn up, and so I just kept everything the same.  I never really thought to go through Sarah to get her "approval" of my will.

Next we went over the General Power of Attorney.  This is basically a document that says that Sarah can pretend to be me in all legal matters.  ALL matters.  Sell my car, yes.  Sell the house, yes.  Sign me up for credit cards, yes. Max out said credit cards, sell the house, get a line of credit at all of the casinos in Mississippi in my name and move to Timbuktu, Morrocco, to open a llama farm...yes.  So the lawyer asks me, in front of Sarah, "Do you trust her with your whole life?"

What kind of question is that?  Even if I didn't, she's right there!  Did he not hear how Sarah was already pissed about the will?  "Yes, of course," I somehow stammered out.  I'm sure my voice cracked.  Sarah was glaring at me again.  Geez, give me a break already, I thought.

Well, at the end of the day, we just let it drop.  Maybe I should match my will to Sarah's, but I don't plan on having to use it.  Maybe I should, though, since she will have all of my worldly possessions for 7 months!