Certainly, when I was a boy, people liked to believe that lawyers were kind of pillars of goodness of the likes of Atticus Finch in ‘To Kill a Mockingbird.’
Today I found out a client died over the weekend. I was at his house about two weeks ago to do a will signing. He had just gotten out of the hospital, but seemed pretty healthy. This morning, as soon as the office opened, the phone rang. It was his wife, telling me he died.
Because I’m not a monster, I immediately expressed my condolences. Once we got off the phone, I checked the fire safe, making sure his will was in it. Seeing it there, and seeing it was the original he gave us for safekeeping, I breathed a sigh of relief.
If we had the will, chances were the widow would use us for the estate. But that meant I’d probably have to go to the funeral Wednesday, which…well, to be frank, I got other shit to do.
I’m a monster.