You're dead.

DaleB said:
In my case: "Well, we knew Dad almost never finished anything, so now we've got to figure out what to do with all this crap."
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Crap. Convicting.

For me, it would be “I hope my wife doesn’t sell my guns for what I told her I paid for them!”
This is a joke, of course. I don’t lie to my wife. Most of the time, she doesn’t ask “how much does that one cost?” :)
Just like I don’t ask how much that new purse or new shoes cost. Of course, she tells me anyway, because she’s a world class bargain shopper and takes pride in getting the best price possible. :)
 
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Its not dying and leaving embarrassing stuff in the house. Its getting old as **** and having my kids plowing through all my crap so they can sell my house to pay for the nursing home that worries me.
 
My dad was a very immaculate records keeper. After he passed away I was cleaning out one of his file cabinets. In the automotive section, I found a file marked '63 Mercury, a car he owned from '64 to '73. In the files I found a receipt: hose clamp, 11 cents.

I don't know why is was important to keep that receipt, but apparently it was.
 
MauleSkinner said:
My wife’s uncle recently passed away. The comment made by another aunt was that what was in the house would have his mother spinning in her grave.
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If I'm ever spinning in my grave, I want them to rig some sort of quadrant throttle. I mean, ya gotta be able to control rpm!
 
I mean...they're gonna find a tarantula...and a crap-load of twisted creative writing and art...they may never be the same again...

As long as they find my dog and my cat and the rest of my pets and take good care of them, I dont give a damn what they find lol
 
gkainz said:
For me, it would be “I hope my wife doesn’t sell my guns for what I told her I paid for them!”
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No worries here. She doesn’t ask, (unless she is considering one for herself) and at times, has owned more guns than I do.
 
Thanks to the FAA, everything about me that might have been embarrassing is in the public record. I don't have to worry about it anymore whether I'm dead or alive.
 
I told my wife, "rent a dumpster, call the local air museum:
the contents of my hangar, garage, basement is theirs if they dump all the other non-aviation stuff."
 
I read what was supposed to be old French Prover (who knows if that’s so). But I liked it.. I forget the Whitt’s succinct version but this is the spirit of it..

A definition of a true friend is someone whom cleaning out your stuff as we are discusssing, you would feel fine knowing that’s the person that’s going to be doing it..


I could be a lot of folks friend by that definition as I don’t care what I find or see, with about three exceptions: kiddie porn or related, things that expose you liked anything that was against someone’s will, or you were a killer, there ain’t much I’d find that would make me think less of you, frankly idc what people’s kinks are! We all got em, who cares what they are (or were in this instance) Lol
 
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