Today was Super Bowl Sunday, and before I went to the Yard House on the 16th Street Mall in Denver to watch the game, I stopped at the Barnes and Noble across the street to buy a book on estate planning. It has recently occurred to me that some day I might actually die, and I want to make sure the villa in Tuscany, the estate in Nice, and the apartment in Paris - not to mention my luxury condo in Denver - wind up in the right hands. Plus, my friend Valarie gave me two photography books by Sebastiao Salgado for my birthday last year, on the condition that I leave them to her in my will. If I die unexpectedly without a will, Valarie will kill me.
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