“This is Brianna”, she said.
“I’m calling from the mortgage company”, she said.
“I need a copy of your husband’s death certificate”, she said.
We won’t go into what I said, thank you very much. Apparently the dear man has been dead and gone since October of 2015. And the rat didn’t even tell me! Yeesh.
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Blessing in disguise?
I jokingly confronted him when he got in, asking why he hadn’t told me he had died. He said my meals were so good he didn’t tell me for fear I’d stop feeding him. how can a girl argue with that?
Wow that must have been an interesting conversation!
It was – to an extent. She repeated his name – first, middle, and last – and I told her he was very much alive and she said she’d fix it. At least they didn’t ask for any sort of proof. I’ve heard of SSA telling people they are dead, and they have to jump through hoops to get it settled. It boggles the mind that it happens often enough that Social Security has a Resurrection Form.
Oh my! A resurrection form sounds ominous. It brings to mind the movie Practical Magic and what’s wrong with resurrecting people!