Getting a full rental caution/deposit refunded?
You'll be dead of old age waiting for that to ever happen.
Zombies walk among us – until they need a nice sit-down, of course. It can be tiring to be undead. No wonder they drag their feet around and do all that moaning. One such moaner is 58-year-old Michel from Montpellier. He has never stopped complaining since the postman delivered a letter one morning in June to offer him …
"Seems I dodged a bullet there,"
So did I.
During COVID my BiL was terminally ill with cancer. His car reg. was up for renewal or SORN. His non-driving wife, despite having worked as a secretary didn't know what to do and in any case they didn't have a computer. It had got to about the lst available day when something had to be done. She told me the DVLA (actually the NI DVLA) reference so I went online for her to enter the SORN. He died a few hours later.
Sorry Dabbs, you did not survive the last article. Your life was unfortunately ended by a stuck key hopping onto the lever of "shut off permanently". You will be dearly missed.
We'll await your ghost to write any follow-up articles to keep the readership entertained. Please do so with maximum potential from beyond the grave. We're sure that your ghostly outfit will make you see over us and scare us all to hell. Very good luck with that.
Cheers - you will never ever have another hangover in your dead state!
MR. BROWN: Yes?
MAN: Hello. Uhh, can we have your liver?
MR. BROWN: My what?
MAN: Your liver. It's a large, ehh, glandular organ in your abdomen. You know, it's, uh,-- it's reddish-brown. It's sort of, uhh,--
MR. BROWN: Yeah,-- y-- y-- yeah, I know what it is, but... I'm using it, eh.
ERIC: Come on, sir.
MR. BROWN: Hey! Hey! Stop!
ERIC: Don't muck us about.
MR. BROWN: Stop! Hey! Hey! Stop it. Hey!
MAN: Hallo [As he takes something from Mr. Brown]
MR. BROWN: Ge-- get off.
MAN: What's this, then? Mmh.
MR. BROWN: A liver donor's card.
MAN: Need we say more?
MR. BROWN: Listen! I can't give it to you now. It says, 'in the event of death'. Uh. Oh! Ah. Ah. Eh.
MAN: No one who has ever had their liver taken out by us has survived.
Having been an executor (unfortunate title in the circumstances) now on a number of occasions I am no longer shocked by the incompetence, petty bureaucracy and general lack of empathy shown by government departments, financial institutions and service and utility providers. In many cases you are obliged to deal with a small number of "specially trained" staff who have clearly all received courses in officious insensitivity and saying "no" by default.
Whereas death is fortunately a once-in-a-lifetime event for most of us, you'd think it would be sufficiently common that organisations might by now have worked out how to deal with it - at least efficiently, if not sympathetically,
It's a personel lottery...
One voice sounds caring but isn't, the next sounds like a sullen teenager, but has just sorted your issue out, given you a discount and reset your line profile to give you 20% better speeds..!
I've dealt with BT in so many different ways, and it's always the personel lottery, every transfer.
I'm not sure how much it helps in death (probably not a great deal), but if you want to protect against your partner becoming incapacitated then you need to take out a "lasting power of attorney" before it happens or you'll be frozen out of your partner's finances until you go to court... and UK courts have quite a backlog.
But then again, even applying for LPA is a problem.
To be honest French bureaucracy sounds easier.
I think read somewhere, fairly sure in a comment in these very forums, the power of attorney expires on death.
Just checked and "The lasting power of attorney (LPA) ends when the donor dies. You must report the death of a donor to the Office of the Public Guardian (OPG).
It does indeed.
For a number of financial purposes, it's actually better to be a joint account holder as your authority on the account continues.
It's also weird that a lot of financial institutions, which often go out of their way to make PoAs jump through hoops during someone's lifetime, have a threshold of around 10k-15k below which you can waltz in with some id and a death certificate, claim you're the executor and they'll give you access to the deceased's funds.
Correct. That's why you empty the bank account before you go to the bank to notify them.
They may come back and say you took the money after he died, and that's not allowed. But you have the money when you start the discussion. It's so much easier that way! That's what I did when my dad died.
It goes against all instinct to praise BT, but when Dad passed a couple of months ago, they were by far the best at handling the transfer. All online, and a follow up phone call to me to ensure I was happy.
Compare to Scottish Power who apparently have no concept that an account holder might die, and the surviving partner would prefer to carry it on, I'm led to believe that in this enlightened day and age they even occasionally pay bills out of shared accounts!
I remember when I was a student in shared accommodation (in fairness, that was a while back now), and having to change the name on the bills when someone moved out was often *astonishingly* painful, despite it being a thing that happens all the damn time. You'd think changing between family members would be common too!
The one exception was SWALEC, where the guy taking the call actually lived around the corner from us. Absolutely flawless service, took minutes to do.
(at the far end of the range, I once struggled to explain to Virgin Media that "Mr The Occupier" wasn't a real person)
The smoothest and most efficient set of processes we had were those that kicked in when someone resigned, by a long way.
My first thought was that that would be because it was the most invoked process, but that can't be as hiring should be invoked even more frequently (there are two other ways of somebody leaving the company besides resigning).
It's more likely to do with risk.
A new hire doesn't have drive access? Well, sucks, but they can do the orientation slides or something. Forget to pay them? Manual payment can cover that without anyone being harmed, using the same processes that you run to do all your expenses.
Someone leaves and still has access to confidential documents? That's much more worrying. And accidentally paying them too much, well, you can get the money back, but recovery isn't free - god forbid they go out of contact or otherwise force you to go to legal action, and you have to pay court fees and lawyer's rates...
Sick Joke Alert
That is a much more worrying possibility, if someone has been wrongly declared dead, and you subsequently kill them before they have been able to rectify the error, are you guilty of murder?
"Your Honour, I cannot possibly have killed X on the 23rd because he was declared dead five days prior on the 18th. I plead guilty to damaging a corpse."
Oh, and then consider the case where X has fully submitted all the required paperwork for him to be declared un-dead, the processes have been irrevocably set in motion and due to bureaucratic inertia and other reasons can't be stopped before completion, only fully finalising after his second death has administratively gone through.
Somewhat related, would people be required to register on Second Life after being digitally revived?
Ah no, hang on, I get what the question is now. Can you be declared dead and then go on to commit a crime with impunity?
I wonder if Paul McCartney did anything naughty after Abbey Road came out? "It wasn't me, luv, I was barefoot in Heaven at the time."
The Queen has been erroneously declared dead so often, she could have offed hundreds by now.
According to a series of reports in the Guardian newspaper, HM QE II is the law in the UK, and as such cannot be sued in civil proceedings, neither can investigating officers enter Her private property without permission:
As all criminal prosecutions* in the UK are 'The Crown vs' someone, it is deemed that She cannot be taken to court as She would, in effect be prosecuting herself.
She can, at the moment, get away with a lot of offences which would see us lesser mortals prosecuted most severely. For example, She is exempt from the Equal Opportunities Act, race discrimination legislation and Health and Safety legislation.
*In theory a private citizen could instigate a private criminal prosecution, but they are extremely rare and the Attorney General has the ability to take over the prosecution and do what they like, even end it.
I don't think a governmental structure whose legitimacy is "I own this country because my dad did before me" was considering justice very much. In the case of the UK, since it's probably never been abused in modern history and for almost everyone has been superseded by democratic structures, this can remain a curiosity. In countries where it's actively in use, it is exactly the unfair structure you imagine.
I love this! It's a real life enactment of Doc Daneeka's situation in Catch-22.
...Doc Daneeka himself came in about an hour afterward to have his temperature taken for the third time that day and his blood pressure checked. The thermometer registered a half degree lower than his usual subnormal temperature of 96.8. Doc Daneeka was alarmed. The fixed, vacant, wooden stares of his two enlisted men were even more irritating than always.
“Goddammit,” he expostulated politely in an uncommon excess of exasperation, “what’s the matter with you two men anyway? It just isn’t right for a person to have a low temperature all the time and walk around with a stuffed nose.” Doc Daneeka emitted a glum, self-pitying sniff and strolled disconsolately across the tent to help himself to some aspirin and sulphur pills and paint his own throat with Argyrol. His downcast face was fragile and forlorn as a swallow’s, and he rubbed the back of his arms rhythmically. “Just look how cold I am right now.
You’re sure you’re not holding anything back?”
“You’re dead, sir,” one of his two enlisted men explained....
...Colonel Cathcart refused to see him, and Colonel Korn sent word through Major Danby that he would have Doc Daneeka cremated on the spot if he ever showed up at Group Headquarters. Major Danby confided that Group was incensed with all flight surgeons because of Dr. Stubbs, the bushy-haired, baggy-chinned, slovenly flight surgeon in Dunbar’s squadron..."
As I started reading this I was reminded of the opening sequence in Terry Gilliam's masterpiece (IMHO at least), and then saw the embedded clip.
If anyone hasn't had the chance to see it then it's well worth sitting down with a bottle or two (You'll need it) and immersing yourself in a view on the near future, as told by someone in the 1980's - yes folks, it's all about now, and it's horribly accurate.
For example, when Part P (UK wiring regs) first came out it was if they'd taken the script and applied it to the whole process: paperwork in triplicate, only 'qualified' people able to do seemingly simple tasks etc etc. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to do a "Bob Hoskin's Suit" on jumped up electricians.
Anyway, thanks Dabbsy for another fine read.
For example, when Part P (UK wiring regs) first came out it was if they'd taken the script and applied it to the whole process: paperwork in triplicate, only 'qualified' people able to do seemingly simple tasks etc etc.
The genius of that is it's actually made safety worse in a lot of cases. The cost of registration to be able to sign off your own work is through the roof, something like £5k/year/electrician. Many of the reputable firms simply responded "we can get more than enough commercial work, we won't bother with domestic stuff any more".
That leaves the cowboys to deal with the domestic market who get the registration as a necessity after passing a few paper exams and not actually demonstrating competence.
Not always the case, I fear. By having the temerity to retire in the middle of the financial year, while already receiving two previous pensions, I ended up paying stupid amounts of tax for the last six months of the year. After much screaming, they finally noticed this, sent me a big cheque, and then didn't charge any tax at all for the first ten months of the next year. The last two months, again after large screams, they charged me 50% of my income... finally they seem to have got it right.
Anon because I don't want to wake them up.
Sadly, you only know if it’s good after the fact. I’m having a protracted argument with one insurer as the policy amount does not match that which was written in the original acceptance letter… there’s a difference between fat fingers and fraud or embezzlement…and that’s before looking at how they did their calculations in the original offer (wet finger in air comes to mind). And some other basic errors too. When dealing with late parents estate, the life insurance was the worst handled thing… originally I thought it would be a certain high street bank who allowed some DDs to process even though the account was blocked and marked as dead for 8 months already (and took 6 more month to have them reversed).
"This would certainly have been a satisfactory outcome from a purely bureaucratic standpoint and saved some systems operators a great deal of inconvenience over the summer vacation period."
That is a /wildly/ overoptimistic viewpoint.
The inheritance process if they both die at the exact same time and if the father dies later on are very different. The notaries involved would get quite busy untangling and correcting the process already under way. Depending on whether the father had siblings, and whether the child had siblings and children of his own, and how well they were getting along, it could easily take years.
In the UK if you both die within some period of time, the older one is declared to have died first.
This turned out quite useful in WWII, when some Lord and his son were killed in the blitz by the same bomb. The government claimed death duties on the father's estate then the same again on the son's.
My cousins lost out on their father's legacy. He and his second wife suffered carbon monoxide poisoning from a faulty appliance. He was dead - but his wife survived in a coma for a couple of weeks before she died. The inheritance law said only her will counted - and everything went to her children.
Most countries have such a thing as a Wedding Certificate but in France, there is also an official Certificate of Unmarriedness, and it is a right old bugger to find someone to draw one up when you’re not French.
I had the same in Belgium... Trying to prove i wasn't already married involved applying for a marriage licence where i had previously lived in the UK, waiting 3 weeks for anyone to object, going back to get the certificate, getting the certificate countersigned by the UK consulate, getting it translated by an official translator, and getting that signed by a judge...
>> Most countries have such a thing as a Wedding Certificate but in France, there is also an official Certificate of Unmarriedness, and it is a right old bugger to find someone to draw one up when you’re not French.
> I had the same in Belgium... Trying to prove i wasn't already married involved applying for a marriage licence where i had previously lived in the UK, waiting 3 weeks for anyone to object, going back to get the certificate, getting the certificate countersigned by the UK consulate, getting it translated by an official translator, and getting that signed by a judge...
Similarly when I was cashing in my Swiss pension and superannuation after moving to the UK, I had to prove I had never been married(!). Fortunately I was sharing an office with a Justice of the Peace at the time, so I made up a declaration that I had never been married, signed it before the JP as a witness, he notarised it, and within a short time I had enough money to buy a house here.
That, apparently, is the second-best proof that UK can do.
If you as a British citizen want to marry abroad and the other country requires real cast-iron solid proof that only UK officialdom can possibly guarantee that you are not married, you affirm it then the British consulate in that country displays it for 7 days*, if nobody sees it in that time and objects then the consulate issues a "certificate of no impediment".
So there you go, what is a routine letter or certificate in many countries becomes handwavey nonsense in the UK.
* in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet, stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying Beware of the Leopard.
That appears to be (or at least did) SOP for verification in England, possibly UK.
In the 90es, I needed acceptance (or letter of rejection) from the electoral roll to open a better bank account.
I went to the town hall, showed my passport, and as no one objected I was accepted after 2 weeks. For EP and local elections.
My wife did the same with the expectation of being rejected as she was a student, but also got accepted.
I used to do support on a patient record system (not NHS), in a hospice, so many deaths registered as normal day to day business, but the frequency that we would get support calls coming in because someone had been incorrectly marked as deceased was bordering on concerning. Fortunately, once you knew how it was pretty simple to resurrect someone.
In some societies its not uncommon for people to conceal that a relative has died so as to continue claiming pensions and other benefits for them.
In places where this is more impossible to do it still needs to be bureaucratically challenging to declare someone "undead". If it's too easy you can steal the identity of a recently departed person and claim their pension for evermore. It's not as if the dead person is going to notice and raise a fuss about it. The crime only tends to get noticed because of the surprising longevity of the pensioner.
"Further investigation suggests that it might not have been so much an error by a civil servant as a parting fuck-you from a disgruntled parting tenant who had her declared dead after repeatedly but unsuccessfully trying to contact her for the refund of his deposit."
This one is doubtful. You need a doctor's certificate or like in this article, a considerable fuck-up to declare someone dead. And the body of course.
But yes, it seems declared dead people actually fully breathing are becoming a meme in France.
Mostly, it's just there are likely, more than one "Michel Martin" in France, and some clueless idiot fail to conduct more verification and tick the wrong button.
Heck, my village has 2 postal codes, because it's big and 2 parts of the postal "service" are serving both parts. And they are in *different* departments, X and Y. My village depends on department X and my postal code is Y.
It shouldn't take a PHD to understand this is possible and my postal code is Y doesn't *mean* I live in department Y, but even postal people plus 50% of all civil servant don't seem to comprehend this.
It's definitely a total pain in the arse when there's no body, or at least some variant of "he was working at $factory when it went up in flames and several people have since been unaccounted for, with no identifiable remains found." There's usually a several-year wait before a person who's gone missing can be declared dead for most legal purposes.
 clocked in, didn't clock out, confirmed to have been working in or around the most heavily impacted area.
 probably occurring less nowadays with current DNA retrieval technologies.
 and not presumed fed, unless it's to the Bugblatter Beast of Traal.
In the end, he persuaded a British consul to sign a letter stating that the aforementioned – a person he didn’t know and had never met – was, as far as he could guess, probably not already married
MrsO and I had to get one of these (each) from our respective embassies in Thailand so we could get married, took a day from both the UK and Indonesia's, then a day to get them translated, then a couple of hours to get dispensation from the Thai Foreign Affairs ministry to actually get married. And off we trotted to a registry office that was used to foreigners, 17 years ago :o)
To cover such blunder the Bureaucracy found the best solution was to push those people to commit suicide
Now that Mr. Dabbs is a distinguished guest of this country, I would suggest him to have a look to the work of Georges Courteline. One century later, his epic descriptions of idiotic bureaucracy are still valid.
If you had to fast for the rest of your life, the aformention rest would end not too much later, only this time as a result of a too extreme keto diet.
Which makes me wonder: would you then get a next "last sacrament", or would you get a "truly last sacrament"?
Which makes me wonder: would you then get a next "last sacrament", or would you get a "truly last sacrament"?
"I'm not dead yet."
"This was your very, very, very last sacrament. I'm not going to give you yet another one. Ever."
"I'm getting better, I'm getting better."
"No you're not." *Thwack*
In the UK, 'lasting power of attorney' basically gives you total control over an incapacitated person's affairs and, well... life.
If that person is very rich, and then gets better, (unlikely, but we're in that territory) - and you alone know, what do you do?
And even if you choose to do the right thing, try finding the Rollback command for that. You're more likely to be Committed.
I've got a Minority Report vibe goin' on...
Years back, when I got junk mail with a self-addressed prepaid envelope, I'd circle my name and address, write REMOVE FROM LIST next to it, and send it back to the offending organization.
Some didn't pay any attention, of course. So I took to writing DECEASED -- REMOVE FROM LIST (which horrified my wife and my mother, but was more effective.) I still got offers for pre-approved credit cards; apparently, death wasn't enough to make me a credit risk.
Only later did it occur to me that if I ever do need to take out a loan, I'll probably be told : "Sorry, Mr. Gray, but our records indicate that you're dead."
>if I ever do need to take out a loan, I'll probably be told : "Sorry, Mr. Gray, but our records indicate that you're dead."
You don't think being dead would stop the bank trying to sell you a loan?
Ah Mr Gray, since you are already dead we assume the term of this loan will 'eternity' with a typical APR of ....
So I took to writing DECEASED -- REMOVE FROM LIST
This doesn't help.
This house's previous tenant ran a small business building and servicing industrial cutting plotters. He moved out rather hurriedly, it turned out, and the first months of us living here the doorbell being rung by a bailiff looking for Mr. B were a rather common occasion. Quite a lot of mail was still arriving, and in one case a set of parts (which the sender was glad to get returned); we mailed them back with "moved out, current address unknown". Still not all of the mail stopped, and even when we learned of his demise a few years ago and started labeling the return mail with "ADDRESSEE DECEASED" in big bold letters two or three trade magazines just kept going.
There's likely a website connected to the magazine in question.
Somewhere deep in the bowels of it a telephone number may be found that might still be working.
If it is, it's likely to connect you to a "helpdesk" somewhere in India that can answer a few generic questions that could be said to relate to magazine subscriptions, slightly adapted to the magazine's publisher.
They sure as hell won't have the foggiest about how to cancel a particular person's subscription(s).
It wasn't difficult to find the phone number of the college concerned.
My solution was to inform British Gas that, under the Data Protection Act, I required them to remove my personal information (specifically my address) from their record of someone else as their persistently sending me bills for someone who has never lived at this address was causing me distress. I also informed them that if I received so much as one more bill for them I would make a formal complaint the the UK's ICO.
And the rest is silence :o)
British Gas has form. In 2009 someone sued them for stalking because their billing system wouldn't accept that she didn't have an account with them any more and didn't owe them money: http://www.bailii.org/ew/cases/EWCA/Civ/2009/46.html.
"Still not all of the mail stopped, and even when we learned of his demise a few years ago and started labeling the return mail with "ADDRESSEE DECEASED" in big bold letters two or three trade magazines just kept going."
Probably because a 3rd party mail distribution company is sending the stuff out and the returns just go straight in the bin. They don't care at all whether the items even get delivered. They only get paid for sending them. If they acted on even the genuine "not at this address" or "addressee deceased", that would affect their bottom line.
Trade mags are often paid for by the advertisers, so their income depends on an extensive mailing list. There's one I've not only sent back for close to a decade, but taken at least one phone call from ("to update our records"). I still receive it monthly, and convey it directly to the waste bin. (I'm not dead, only my business is.)
This recalls a bit of Flann O'Brien, with Sir Myles Na Copaleen returning from the grave to distress his supposed widow, heirs, etc.
Also, wasn't there a nasty train wreck some years ago near London, in the aftermath of which various persons took it upon themselves to declare that others had died in the wreck--disgruntled spouses, partners, what have you?
Ah, the Certificat de Coutume! As an Irish person living abroad I was told that I had to provide one to the German authorities. This didn't apply to everyone, just Irish citizens and seems to be some sort of throwback to having to get permission from the church to marry. The Irish government website said that it could take up to two months to arrive, the requirements were not well documented and despite having sorted out the required paperwork while back in Ireland, was then told that I had to re-do them in Germany, my country of residence. Complete load of crap. The stupid bit of paper did actually turn up after two weeks (after re-submission) and not two months, but by that point we'd had enough and said fuck it, 'living in sin' is just fine thank you!
After one of my pension providers decided I was dead to them because a letter had been returned to then 'not at this address' (and that, apparently, simply because the label with my name on it on the letterbox had fallen off) I managed to persuade them I was still alive. Turned out that this was their standard practice; missing a month's pension concentrates the mind and leads to interesting phone calls.
Another pension provider requires me to get a proof-of-life signed by a JP or a doctor every now and then. Which turns out to be cheaper at my doctor in Germany than previously in the UK.
"Another pension provider requires me to get a proof-of-life signed by a JP or a doctor every now and then."
One of mine requires a person of suitable standing such as business owner. My semi-retired bookseller neighbour did that. Another included a relative in the list; after checking it turned out that a spouse was acceptable - I don't know why because they would have a vested interest in the pension provider not being aware that the pensioner was now visiting the great Post Office in the sky.
Actually declaring someone has died is a long and tortuous proccess. As well as the registrar you then have the bank, mobile account, HMRC, council tax, utilities, etc, etc, etc. Not to mention someone you haven't seen in years asking about the deceased months later.
But I guess that doesn't fit with the author's asshole snark attitude.
My partner passed suddenly at the start of March, I received a letter about her bloddy student loan the other day.
I know dealing with the death of a loved one is a terrible process, and I sympathize with what you're going through. However, that doesn't stop those who have been incorrectly declared dead from having a different bad experience, which was the author's point. Short of the economic and medical problems listed, it is also a frustrating process that seems extremely illogical and therefore probably leads to lots of annoyance and wry humor while solving it. I don't see why identifying and discussing this problem should earn the disapproval you have expressed.
My girlfriend's husband died more than 11 years ago. Even last year she had to hand me her phone and his old drivers license so I could, as him, authorize her access an account that was still only in his name, but that neither of them had touched in at least 15 years (having been together for 25 years).
My mother died a bit over a month ago. My cousin, who is a solicitor and managed probate for his mother, advised my father to get a solicitor to do probate. You can help by getting as much information together as possible, but even my cousin reckoned it was too difficult for him to manage so he got a probate solicitor when he needed one.
Here in Portugal things can also take time, but at least they have changed the freezing procedure: e.g. if there are two account holders half the balance is frozen. This can make a huge difference to a surviving spouse.
Denmark does as Belgium, but at least the unfreezing usually happens within a month.
"A relative lives in Belgium: Her friend's husband died and mere hours later the friend's JOINT account with her spouse was frozen. She could not get access to the account for months."
I can sort of see the point. What if your friend cleared out the account and deceased will declared that his share was meant to go to someone else? A lot can depend on local law, eg does the spouse get everything by default, over-riding any will by the deceased or does the deceased's will over-ride everything, potentially leaving the surviving spouse penniless?
At one company at worked at it happened so often the IT team built a command line utility that users could run to fix all the problems declaring somebody dead caused when they weren't.
What was the command that had to be run? It was "Easter" because it brought people back to life.
Today on BBC Radio 4 they interviewed a lady who had decided to pay off her remaining mortgage debt some £85,000. She informed her bank, Barclays, and sent off the money. She was informed that the mortgage had been paid off, but did not receive the deeds to her property. They she got a letter from her bank asking her about mortgage interest payments and saying that as she no longer had a scheduled payment she would have to do something.
Turns out that Barclays had paid off someone else's mortgage with her money. Not only that, but the other person's mortgage debt was somewhat less, so they had 'refunded' around £30,000 to the other person.
It was all sorted out eventually, but you can imagine how stressful it was.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m00199cp. Warning - log in account required to listen.
Around here they ran out death certificates and a widow had to wait three weeks to have they dead and buried husband declared dead. Oh did I mention death insurance only gets paid three to six months after you have done all the paperwork?
I recently canceled a land phone line, it was in name of my father who has been dead over ten years. Yes I did get the death certificate made ten years ago, but the phone company didn't find out he was death until a few months ago when the phone line finally got cancelled.
Also I still get "Pay now or else" letters in the name of someone who died over twenty years ago. I went and got a copy of the death certificate to get to those people. But bolted once they wanted me to sign anything since I didn't want to get saddled with the debt, is been twenty years you see, so interests have been piling up.
I can't wait until they finally send something worse that a debt notice, and I tell however wants me to sign anything that the person died back in 1991.
And no, not joking about this one either.
My mum has had awful stress declaring my dead dad dead. It was killing her but it made me laugh. Every petty little company or office wants the original death certificate mailed to them, and then take weeks to return it. Pensions, bank accounts, benefits, humanity I hate you.
She asked me what I'd learned from her ordeal. "Well, don't store your death plans behind a picture on the wall. And when you die I'm not going to tell anyone, I'm going to taxidermy you to your seat with a cup of tea in your hand, like Norman Bates."
I actually told the same joke to my dad before he died and he was fine with that, his one question was, "Who is Norman Bates?"
We used to live locally, your bank manager, insurance agent and whatever would hear when you die. Computer says no.
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