It wasn’t always the “Bling King.” In its former life, it was just an everyday 2011 Chevy Cruze, white in colour. Squeezing in among a few other white cars in a parking lot one day, I decided that I needed to do something to identify my car more easily.
I purchased two rolls of red pinstriping and applied them to my car—on both sides, the hood, the trunk and doors. Then I purchased 300 feet of reflective stripes and added that on the sides of my car, as well as Cobalt Blue Metallic custom-designed decals I made myself. When I saw LED stripes were available to purchase, well, I just knew that was for me: I now have 80 feet of the stuff on the car, in it and underneath it.
I have since added a disco ball; disco discs; mini-LED lasers; front and rear cameras; two musical horns; pink “eagle eyes” rear-wheel wells; a lighted cup holder; a 20-inch scanner behind the grille; blind-spot cameras; a rear-parking sensor with side detection; and 24 switches and ten sockets for controlling all of the added items. At night, I’m a mobile LED light show!
The car now also features thousands of rhinestones in the form of owls, flowers, dragonflies and more, totaling 10,600 rhinestone pieces in all. And, to top it all off, I had 53 digitally printed animal, bird and flower decals made by Tina and Randi of The Sign Shack in Prince Albert, Saskatchewan. Actually, it was Tina who came up with the name “Bling King,” and Randi designed and emblazoned the name on a vanity plate, which I installed instantly! Tina and Randi played a large part in making my car into what it is today.
Every time I’m out driving or in a parking lot, many pictures are taken by onlookers and I have received several positive comments. Who says a senior citizen can’t have any fun! And best all, I can totally find my car in any parking lot now!
Next, check out the heartwarming story behind this car’s quirky paint job.
A dishwasher can be a godsend, especially in a busy household or around the holiday season. But when it delivers cloudy, spotted glasses that need to be re-washed by hand? Well, that’s just a bummer.
While the hard water that’s causing that filmy residue can be softened, we’ve discovered a much easier hack for getting your stemware to sparkle: add white vinegar to the dishwasher right before you run it.
When it comes to all-natural pantry staples that have countless magical household uses, white vinegar gives baking soda a serious run for its money. Vinegar is a great alternative to noxious disinfectants and a gentle abrasive for cutting through grease and soap scum. Both traits make it the perfect secret ingredient for getting glasses squeaky clean.
To give this trick a whirl, make sure your dishwasher is completely full—the best and most environmentally conscious way to go—then place a small bowl that’s half full of white vinegar (yes, we’re optimists). Make sure the bowl is dishwasher-safe, and stabilize it in the top rack. To avoid any possible damage to the dishwasher’s gaskets, don’t pour the vinegar directly into the rinse aid compartment. (You should also avoid these maintenance mistakes that shorten the life of your dishwasher.)
Then add dishwasher detergent and run a regular cycle. From its top-tier position, the vinegar should evenly distribute among both levels. Then remove and enjoy your gleaming glassware.
From time to time, consider sanitizing the interior of your dishwasher using this very trick. Simply empty it out and run a hot water cycle with nothing but a bowl of white vinegar inside.
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My mother died when I was 23, some 18 years ago now, but it wasn’t until being stuck at home during a pandemic that I finally went through the boxes of her things that sat piled in the corner of our basement. In them, I found a glass vase that was easy to give away and a scrapbook of the royals she made in the 1970s (an homage to her teenage crush on Prince Charles) that was easy to sandwich between two hardcovers on my bookshelf. Then there was her fur coat, her disgustingly glamorous fur coat. It’s gorgeous. And horrifying.
As I ran my hand over the soft, brown mink fur, I wondered whether I should keep it simply because it belonged to her, even though I would never wear it. Like many women these days, I’m anti-fur. I’ve even signed petitions calling out companies for using real animal fur in their winter coats when, in my view, they could just as easily make them with faux fur. I avidly follow Esther the Wonder Pig—a 600-pound pet that two Ontarians have made Internet-famous to promote veganism and, along with my twin six-year-old sons, volunteer at their Happily Ever Esther Farm Sanctuary in Campbellville, Ontario, where we shovel manure.
If my mother were alive today, she would also never wear fur. While she was drawn to high fashion—in the boxes I also have dozens of pairs of her high heels—she was progressive in her politics. And yet, although I never witnessed it, she obviously did go out in fur at some point. As I picked up one of the coat’s heavy sleeves and inhaled its thick scent, I could imagine her as a young woman, dressed up for the theatre, complete with her tinkly earrings and red lipstick. I could see her date slipping the coat off her slender shoulders as she commanded the room with her laugh.
My mother was a lot like a fur coat: elegant, stately, at times controversial. Just about all of her jokes and iconic one-liners were “not safe for work.” I, on the other hand, am short, have never worn lipstick and don’t like attention. When I was a teenager, my mother would encourage me to have parties at our house. Why didn’t I invite the whole school over to our place, she wondered? Didn’t I want to be the life of the party?
I really didn’t, but I also didn’t want to admit that to her. “What are you going to do when there are people smoking here?” I replied to avoid answering the question.
“I’ll ask for one.”
I know she meant well, but sometimes it felt like she didn’t see me, or didn’t understand that I didn’t have to be like her. Those of us who knew my mother all gravitated to her and orbited around her, but she made me feel as if I was never orbiting the right way. To her, my clothes were boring, my hair too curly, and my disposition overly anxious. I never felt worthy of being her daughter.
There was one exception, however, a personality trait we shared equally, and that was our ability to keep a sense of humour during difficult times. A month after my mother was diagnosed with terminal adrenal cancer, my two older brothers and I took her to a play—a last night out before she was to have surgery. In the bathroom before the performance, I heard her giggling in the stall next to me. When she came out, I asked her what was so funny.
“I put toilet paper down on the seat, like I might catch something!” We howled with laughter.
And as I tried to figure out what to do with my dead mother’s fur coat, I couldn’t help having some fun with it first. I slipped my arms through the sleeves and posed while my husband snapped pictures. (Look at me! I’m wearing a fancy fur coat!) Then I draped it around my cockapoo, Diego, because with his dark curls he looked just like the Games of Thrones character Jon Snow. After snapping some photos of the Lord Canine Commander, I was finally ready to part with the coat. But as I opened a garbage bag and got ready to stuff it inside, I noticed something. The coat fell open and there on the inside pocket her name was embroidered, all lovely swoops and curves stitched along the grey silk lining. I ran my fingers along the “P” and “L” of Patti Litner and stopped. Tracing the letters, I could suddenly see a softer version of my mother, perhaps a part of her on the inside that I never got to know.
I had hoped while my mother was dying that we would put our different personalities aside for our final months together. I imagined us whispering secrets to one another, holding each other’s hands in the quiet moments. I pictured her pulling a specially chosen book from her bookshelf and placing it firmly in my hand. “I want you to have this,” she’d say. I would open the book and there would be a handwritten message to me on the cover page making it clear that she saw me not as she wanted me to be, but just as I am.
Instead, we argued as we always did, about all the things we had always argued about—small tiffs about my bent posture as I sat at her bedside, and bigger fights where I tried to convince her to follow the doctor’s orders and she would refuse. At the end of it all, she never gave me anything special or important. I was saddled instead with all the stuff she left behind.
And there I was in the basement, 17 years later, still as insecure and uncertain as ever. I could no longer bring myself to get rid of the coat because, if I did, all that would be left of my mother is me. I am not as glamorous as this fur coat, and I thought perhaps it’s a better representation of her, a better legacy.
I put the coat on a hanger and squeezed it between my sons’ snow pants. Eventually I know I will get rid of it, because I am my mother’s daughter after all. And now that I’m a parent, I’ve seen my wit, pragmatism and strong sense of justice reflected in how my boys regard me. I know somewhere inside, there’s a part of me that is as strong and decisive as my mother was. One day I will hear her voice say to me, “Why on earth are you holding on to that silly fur coat? I never even liked it that much!”
“I don’t know,” I’ll say, dumping it in the trash. “I don’t like it either.”
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Every Food Network-addicted amateur cook knows the complicated feelings that arise when you see a Michelin-starred chef pick up an egg. You know they’re going to do it: the trick you’ve tried (and failed) to do so many times… The fancy one-handed egg-crack.
Maybe your hands just aren’t big enough. Maybe they’re too big. Maybe chefs use more crackable eggs… Whether or not any of those factors come into play, it turns out anyone can learn how to crack an egg perfectly with the help of one simple hack.
Most egg cracking tricks just don’t work
Some people are proponents of the flat surface for optimum cracking, such as the kitchen counter, but we find this just splinters the eggshell and often doesn’t crack it enough. Others prefer to use an edge, such as the side of a pan or bowl; the hard edge acts like a knife to which the eggshell must yield. This can work, but it’s unlikely to be neat—you have to apply the right amount of pressure, and to have sufficient hand-eye coordination to ensure you apply that pressure to the centre of the egg. Too hard, and the egg shatters into a yolky mess. Too soft, and it doesn’t crack enough, leaving you tapping your egg cautiously on the side.
How to crack an egg perfectly every time
This time, you’re just going to drop the egg straight into the pan. Don’t believe us? Take a look at the video below.
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A perfect egg crack—and clean hands as well. It’s worth noting, as Nellie’s Free Range eggs does, that eggs from free-range (not just cage-free) hens have stronger shells due to the hens being able to express natural behaviour and consume enough grit to make nice, strong shells. More robust shells are more likely to crack perfectly, as shown in the video. Of course, if you can afford it you should be buying free- or pasture-raised eggs anyway, as raising hens in these ways allow them to lead happier, healthier lives (and make better eggs).
So now you know how to crack eggs like a pro. We bet the Michelin-starred chefs don’t know this trick! Next, find out how to store eggs the right way for optimal freshness.
Back in the ’50s in small-town Aylmer, Ontario, there wasn’t much activity on a Friday night, except maybe going to the movie theatre. One evening after attending a movie with my friends, we headed to the local restaurant for a soda. Seated at the counter was a handsome stranger. We admired him but didn’t attempt to talk to him. On another occasion, while attending a local hockey game, there “he” was again playing for the RCAF hockey team. This established that the mystery man was indeed in the military. Aylmer was home to an RCAF pilot training station during World War II, which remained open after the war for ground training. On yet another occasion, my girlfriend was to meet her friend at the air base and asked me to accompany her. When we met her, guess who was with her? We were introduced and made a date to attend a dance at the Stork Club in nearby Port Stanley. Little did I know that the man sitting in that restaurant would be the man I’d spend the next 63 years of my life with.
John and I dated for a year and fell in love. There was one stumbling block to our future together. John was a devout Catholic and I was Protestant. He was greatly influenced by a very religious family background that did not agree with mixed marriages. John must have had many sleepless nights dealing with this situation, not wanting to disappoint his family—but we were so much in love. He was so relieved when I told him I would become a Catholic and began taking instruction towards that goal.
Over the years, we shared many common interests including sports, and a love of nature and music. One mutually favourite song was a version of “Eternally” sung by Della Reese.
We became engaged the following year. John was posted to RCAF headquarters in Ottawa and I attended teacher’s college in London, Ontario. During that year, having no car, John would hitchhike to Aylmer once a month to visit me, as I was still living with my parents. We wrote to each other every day and I still have those letters.
The long year apart finally ended and we were married in Aylmer after I graduated in June 1959. We honeymooned in Niagara Falls then toured around the Gaspé Peninsula in our new VW Bug, ending up in New Brunswick, where I finally met his wonderful family. Continuing on, we headed home to Ottawa where I had a teaching position and John went back to headquarters. We had our first baby in Ottawa—and our first heartbreak as she was stillborn, it was a time of great sadness.
Our next posting was to the recruiting office in London, Ontario. John took night courses to upgrade his education and in 1967 he was commissioned and promoted to Captain. He was then posted to CFB Falconbridge near Sudbury. This time, we had three beautiful children to accompany us. Bagotville, Quebec, was our next posting; a good chance for the children and me to learn French. Then it was on to Trenton, Ontario, where John enjoyed his career to the fullest, going on search and rescue missions with 424 Squadron and participating in the military support for the 1976 Olympic Games in Montreal. He was also honoured to participate in a peacekeeping mission in Rhodesia, Africa, leading him to receive the Order of Military Merit for outstanding service, presented to him by Governor General Edward Schreyer with me in attendance at Rideau Hall.
After being promoted to Major, our last posting was to CFB Borden, where John’s position was Commandant of the Canadian Forces Language School. This was a position that John found fulfilling for eight and a half years, and for which he gained much praise from his superiors and staff. John loved his administration career for 36 years in the military and was the type of person who brought joy and a smile to all who met him.
He was a man who appreciated life to the fullest: the sight and song of a bird, a beautiful sunset or working in his garden. His motto was, as sung by Louis Armstrong “What a Wonderful World.” Throughout our years in the military we were fortunate to acquire many treasured friends and memories from all across Canada.
Our family was the greatest gift of all! Our children and grandchildren are precious to us. John and I spent many hours enjoying valuable time with each one. Upon retiring, we purchased a small travel trailer and proceeded to camp all across Canada. Heading west to B.C., we reached the Pacific Rim before returning back home to Barrie.
Our next journey was east to visit each Maritime province, dipping our toes in the Atlantic. What a beautiful country we live in!
When at home, we participated in various activities such as gardening, camping, golf and socializing with both of us doing lots of volunteering. During the winter months our hobbies filled our time. John did wood carving, birds mostly, while I quilted and painted. I don’t know how, but John found time to write a book describing his family history dating back 12 generations starting in Louisburg, Nova Scotia, in 1628. He entitled his book, The Last Horse and Buggy Generation.
John passed away at the age of 85 in February 2020. Our years together were spent sharing our dreams and happiness, our worries and sorrows. We were blessed indeed. This wonderful man will be in my heart eternally.
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Amber, a 27-year-old ESL tutor (identifying details have been changed),is adventurous and loves to travel, but COVID-19 put all her plans on hold. She spent most of the summer of 2020 at her home in Phoenix, Arizona, with her two kittens. In early July of that year, her lower back started to hurt—a return, Amber thought, of a chronic problem she’d dealt with years before. Then she started feeling pain in the front of her chest that flared up whenever she moved. She was also sweating in her sleep, waking up soaked in the middle of the night. She initially blamed it on the Arizona climate. But as the weeks went by, her discomfort worsened.
Could it be a tumour?
In August 2020, Amber found a hard, swollen lump in the upper area of her sternum, or breastbone. When she asked her physician friends about it, their responses were carefully neutral. “I knew that meant it could be something bad,” she says. Worried it was a tumour, she finally made an appointment with her doctor. A chest X-ray revealed signs of inflammation in her sternum, and blood work showed high inflammatory markers. An injury or infection could cause these test results; so could the cancer Amber feared. Her doctor scheduled an MRI for a better picture of what was going on.
While Amber waited two weeks for the MRI appointment, the soreness made breathing difficult. Simple tasks became almost impossible. “Leaning over to tie my shoes caused pain in my chest and back,” she says. “It was immobilizing me.” She steeled herself for the news that she had some kind of malignant mass, but the MRI instead showed that something, likely bacteria, was eating away at the bone in a sternum joint. Amber was at risk of sepsis, a life-threatening reaction to an untreated bacterial infection.
“My grandpa died from sepsis, so I knew it was scary,” she says. Her doctor recommended going to the ER at the local Mayo Clinic for IV antibiotics and a bone biopsy to confirm the infection.
“Is there something we’re missing?”
After looking at Amber’s CT scan, internist Dr. Umesh Sharma expected to see a patient with a badly infected breastbone. He was less certain after he examined her. “Typically, when you have infection in any joint or skin, it gets red, hot, swollen and painful,” he says. “It was painful, but didn’t have the red-hotness. That made us ask, is there something we’re missing?”
Sharma was hesitant to treat for infection if he wasn’t completely sold on the diagnosis. Biopsies involve extracting infected tissue with a needle to verify the infection and identify the type of bacteria—and intravenous antibiotics can last six to eight weeks. Sharma consulted with orthopaedic physicians at the Mayo Clinic. They felt that since the lump wasn’t deep, a biopsy, if needed, could be handled by the interventional radiology department, where doctors perform procedures while taking images.
For Amber, the experience of being the subject of a diagnostic puzzle was unnerving, but she appreciated her doctor’s openness. “Being in the loop was calming,” she says. “Dr. Sharma wanted to make sure I knew what was going on.”
A battery of tests
When a radiologist reviewed Amber’s MRI and CT scans, a few oddities stood out. The patterns of bone destruction weren’t typical of infection—some areas looked thickened—and there weren’t any breaks in the skin where bacteria could have entered the body. Plus, the location of the problem was a clue: It was typical of a rare condition called SAPHO syndrome (SAPHO stands for synovitis, acne, pustulosis, hyperostosis and osteitis), which often causes chronic inflammation and pain in the chest, although it doesn’t normally worsen this quickly.
After the radiologist shared his theory, Sharma postponed the biopsy to run more tests, including for fungal infection, cancer, even tuberculosis. Although there was now a strong possibility Amber had SAPHO syndrome, he didn’t want to fall into the same trap of focusing on one diagnosis. He also turned to the rheumatology team for a different perspective. They suggested scanning other bones in Amber’s body. If she did have an inflammatory condition like SAPHO, it would likely be more widespread.
The new scans proved to be a game-changer. Amber had inflammation and bone erosion in her sacroiliac joints, located between her pelvis and the base of her spine. Finally, there was evidence they weren’t dealing with a localized infection.
A rare diagnosis
In fact, the site of these bone changes pointed to a different condition—ankylosing spondylitis (AS), a form of arthritis that can fuse and stiffen joints. AS is known for attacking the sacroiliac joints and can affect the breastbone as well. AS isn’t usually discovered until young adulthood—perhaps because one of the earliest symptoms, low back pain, is easily dismissed. The cause of AS isn’t fully understood, but a specific gene is known to be a factor. If left untreated, the disease can permanently reduce mobility.
About one in 1,000 people are diagnosed with AS worldwide, making it more common than SAPHO. But since initial tests focused only on Amber’s chest, it hadn’t been on the radar. “Hindsight is 20/20 when you have all the information,” says Sharma.
He ordered a genetic test for AS, and Amber was discharged a couple of days later. In two weeks, the test came back positive; Amber started a drug to slow the disease’s progression. Although AS can’t be cured, she will likely lead a normal life as long as she continues treatment and physical therapy.
The diagnosis has changed Amber’s day-to-day outlook, she says. “I’m a little more in the moment now, more present, and not taking things for granted.” She’s also grateful she avoided the invasive biopsy and weeks of the wrong treatment. “We could have gone down a rabbit hole, and we don’t know what the adverse effects of that could have been.”
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Spring Sausage Eggs Benedict
This take on the classic eggs benedict recipe by Chef Paul Lillakas features waffle iron hash browns, over easy eggs and breakfast sausage smothered in hollandaise sauce. Perfect for a spring brunch!
Get the recipe for Spring Sausage Eggs Benedict.
Puff Pastry Eggs Benedict
Spring for a beautiful brunch dish with this puff pastry eggs benedict from Chef Dale MacKay. With puff pastry baskets, spinach grass, and nested poached eggs this recipe is almost too cute to eat.
Get the recipe for Puff Pastry Eggs Benedict.
BLT Eggs Benedict
Combining the elements of a traditional BLT with hollandaise sauce and poached eggs, Chef Craig Flinn‘s recipe represents the best of both worlds.
Get the recipe for BLT Eggs Benedict.
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Drive-thru attendant: “What size coffee?”
You probably won’t be hitting the snooze button after this wake-up call.
It doesn’t have to be Halloween to start the day with a bit of Bette.
When you burrow so deep in your bed, but they *still* know you’re under there.
Have an Absolutely Fabulous day, sweetie darling!
When you need a low-key reminder to start your day with some yoga.
Did you wake up like this?
Ever feel like you’re living the same day over and over and over…
Them: “Good morning! Did you sleep well?”
Another day, another Moira Rose GIF.
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The only thing worse than the Sunday night blues.
Wakey-wakey, eggs and…
When your first client of the day wants a video call.
For those mornings when no amount of coffee is going to do the trick.
There’s no sound, but that doesn’t stop this good morning GIF from being an earworm all the same. (Sorry.)
Can I have what he’s having, please?
Sometimes even the Force isn’t enough.
Never discount the power of daily affirmations.
Every work email notification before lunch.
The wrong side of bed? Never heard of it!
It’s the most important meal of the day.
When you realize you probably should’ve stayed in bed.
Agenda for today: Wake up, have breakfast and an existential crisis (simultaneously).
The news we’ve all been waiting for.
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Each year in both spring and fall, large white birds fly over the Okanagan Valley. Many people see them and wonder what they are. Many guess pelicans at first, but usually dismiss their initial guess, because they aren’t 100 per cent sure that you can find pelicans in B.C.
It’s happened for years, and reports of pelicans landing in Penticton, Kelowna, Vernon, Nicola Lake and Shuswap Lake all support the fact that these birds are on the migratory flyway en route to the Chilcotin, most likely in the Stum Lake area. Initially a protected area, and home to White Pelican Provincial Park, the birds have been reported to have been nesting in the region, including the Puntzi Lake area; others have been observed on Anahim Lake, and other Chilcotin lakes as well.
In the past few years, the water level at Stum Lake has been lower than normal, which has allowed predators to get closer to the nesting sites. Reports of breeding pelicans have increased on Puntzi Lake, where in previous years the birds have been reported to be fishing on a regular basis.
The birds shown in the photos here were taken at Kin Beach in Vernon B.C., in the spring. You will notice a large, orange horn or plate on the beak, about a third of the way up on their bright orange bill. It is found on both male and females during breeding season, and will disappear once the eggs have been laid.
Frequently, pelicans are also found on Shuswap Lake in numbers of 20 or more, and it is possible that they have flown in after failed nests in the Chilcotin. In the fall these large white birds will return to California or Mexico for the winter. Large numbers of pelicans also winter in Klamath Falls, Oregon. American white pelicans are one of a group of birds known to do their fishing in groups. They move schools of fish into shallow water to a location that allows the pelicans to scoop them up in their pouches. A pelican can hold up to about 12 litres of water and fish in its pouch.
From what I understand, it’s estimated that more than half of the world’s population of white pelicans are found in lakes and rivers from British Columbia to Manitoba.
Here are more Okanagan birds worth adding to your bird-watching list.
I’m a technology management adviser who now works in the estate planning field, helping estate advisers figure out how to deal with the digital lives and digital footprints of the recently deceased. It’s made me all too familiar with how the digital world has permeated our lives. Nowadays, we own a new set of assets, digital assets, that include our email, loyalty points, online access, social media accounts, gaming points, travel rewards, and, in some cases, our crypto-currency assets.
Estate Planning in the 21st Century
Similar to physical assets, digital assets must be accounted for in estate planning because they have either financial or emotional value. Lots of us save up loyalty points in a variety of programs, and if we don’t get around to using them before we die, we likely have wishes about who should get them. Those wishes need to be documented the same way we document our wishes for our physical assets. All of our assets, digital and physical, should be inventoried, expressed, and captured in our will and estate documents.
The Trouble With Digital Assets
For a number of reasons, digital assets, unlike physical assets, have a little more complexity upon our passing. Firstly, they may not be readily visible online, and it may be hard for your executor to find them. But for starters, your executor needs to know they exist. Secondly, even if the executor knows these assets exist, many of the online account providers have Terms of Service or usage conditions that prohibit another individual’s access upon death, even if they are our executor. We readily agree to these terms when we sign up for these services.
CTV’s Jackie Dunham reviewed the terms of a number of different loyalty programs in her article, “What Happens to Your Loyalty Program Rewards When You Die?” and, of the loyalty programs she assessed, each had different provisions in terms of what happens.
Unfortunately, the topic of our digital assets upon death is relatively new and not a lot of people have wrapped their heads around this yet. As consumers, we are hawkish about our purchases, conscientious about saving where we can, and make buying decisions about which retailer we choose as a result.
Less than 50 per cent of Canadians have a will, and in my view, too many have a “we don’t care about what we don’t know” attitude about estate planning.
Well, it is time to get informed. If we’re going to have to say goodbye to paper coupons, at least let’s fight for the right to pass on the reward points to whom we wish.
Take Control of Your Own Estate Planning
What you can do to address your digital assets in estate planning:
- Create a list of digital assets that if lost or missed upon your death, would be devastating.
- Write down your wishes or preferences for those digital assets. Read the Terms of Service from the digital custodians.
- Take that list to your legal adviser and discuss with them the best way to address these assets in your will and estate plan.
- Once your will and estate plan are updated, sit with your executor and have a conversation about your wishes.
If this list looks familiar, it should. These are exactly the same set of steps that are recommended in estate planning for your physical assets, such as your investments and bank accounts. In the digital age, the job of the executor just got a little harder because in all likelihood they won’t have a paper trail to follow.
More so now than ever, I would encourage all Canadians to get a will—and prepare their chosen executor to handle the added role of digital executor.
Sharon Hartung is the author of “Your Digital Undertaker: Exploring Death in the Digital Age in Canada.” Connect with Sharon at www.yourdigitalundertaker.com or on Twitter, @UndertakerTech.
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