literary_executor epitome of incomprehensibility So I don't think I'll die of an itch, but Mom has my will scribbled on lined paper that divides up my money assets by percentages and names David as my "literary executor." I wrote it in ten minutes this June while she drove me to the airport. I remember telling her and Dad to both sign it so it would "count"; I'd read somewhere - perhaps in a Nancy Drew book - that it would be official if two witnesses signed it. 221208 what's it to you? who go blather from