I'm backwards posting. I took this while I was doing a hundred things last week. I was trying to write my own will. I tried to change my Dad's address to my address but the post office wouldn't let me. They made me go to Service Ontario to get a form notarized. I wanted to kick the post office clerk in the knee. So I didn't do that then but when I was walking passed Service Ontario I decided to go get that form done then return to the post office.
I gave the lady my form. She turns around and hands me a book. "Swear on this bible that you are the executrix of the will."
Seriously? No Koran? No worries that I have no belief in a higher power this week and just want my form filled in?
Arrggggg. So I did it and returned back to the post office. The guy takes my forms and exclaimed that he can't believe it. My Dad. He knows him. Of course he does. Why couldn't he have looked at my form yesterday? I had the death certificate and the will then. I just needed to go somewhere else not show those forms and just swear on a bible. Honestly.
Arrgggg.