Where there isn’t a will
When my husband, Michael, agreed to be his greatuncle’s executor, he didn’t know what he was letting himself in for.
All it involved then was typing the handwritten will (signed and witnessed), with inserted amendments, and returning it for signing.
Great-Uncle George, by then, was in a nearby care home. We loved his dry sense of humour, which survived to the days before he died, aged 90.
