I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag

Success.

Got the Notary cornered along with two of the tellers at the bank branch to act as my witnesses for my will.

One peculiarity in the process.

To determine if I was of sound mind, the Notary asked me a few questions.

First was, "So, you just moved here last summer?"

Easy one, "Yup."

It was the follow-up to that which threw me.

"Have you found a church yet?"

Recovering, quickly, well it felt quick to me, I reply, "Sure, yeah, we've looked around and settled on (fill in name here because it's where we got my eldest daughter into affordable preschool.)

Banker/Notary: "Well, that's fine, but if you ever feel like joining a community of passionate believers, my church is up on (local road name here) and we'd love to have you join our fellowship."

Not the kind of witnessing I thought I'd get to legalize my will.

I guess church attendance qualifies as exhibiting a sound mind in these parts.

"Uh, yeah, sure, I'll talk to the wife about it."  One of the joys of marriage is being able to use the spousal-conference as a reason to not do anything immediately and be non-committal.

Then while the tellers fill out all their various info to make the will official and I'm a captive audience; he goes on about all the benefits about moving all of our funds to his bank and all the other various account add-ons he can push on me.

So, first he wants to save my soul; then he wants all my cold hard cash.

I shall keep both to my own counsel.

But I'm all legal, official, and fixed up to die.

Gimme an F...

Gimme an I...

Gimme an S...

Gimme an H...

What's that spell?