Scott and I had an uncharacteristic fight last night. We were watching The Biggest Loser , which was punctuated by television ads for last-ditch insurance to pay for funeral costs and "to leave a little something for those left behind." Scott has a modest insurance policy, as a CBC pensioner, which would be enough to pay for his funeral and some expenses. I've been bugging him to make sure I'm the beneficiary of the insurance. My jousting on the subject is usually met with a shrug and a stiff comment, something like this: "I'm not planning on dying anytime soon." Last night, I decided to press the issue. "You don't care about me," I said. "If you cared about me, you would have a will and a piece of paper stating what benefits I would get if you die." It was a cruel jab, I admit it. But it did the job. This morning, he called the CBC Pensioners Association and discovered that, indeed, he had no beneficiary listed...
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