What will happen to the precious guitars after you kick the bucket?

What? You know when it's coming??? Did you caddy for the Dalai Lama?

Big hitter? Or is that just hyperbole?

At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me,
but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate,
and in the telling and the bearing of my soul
anything is gained, even though the words
which I use are pretentious and make you cringe
with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim
who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.
He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation.
After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's
presence, who said,
'Well, my son, what do you wish to know?'
So the pilgrim said,
'I wish to know the meaning of life, father.'
And the Dalai Lama smiled and said,
'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?'

-- In Held 'Twas In I, Procol Harum, 1968.
 
At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me,
but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate,
and in the telling and the bearing of my soul
anything is gained, even though the words
which I use are pretentious and make you cringe
with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim
who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.
He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation.
After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's
presence, who said,
'Well, my son, what do you wish to know?'
So the pilgrim said,
'I wish to know the meaning of life, father.'
And the Dalai Lama smiled and said,
'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?'

-- In Held 'Twas In I, Procol Harum, 1968.
Big hitter, that Lama.
 
At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me,
but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate,
and in the telling and the bearing of my soul
anything is gained, even though the words
which I use are pretentious and make you cringe
with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim
who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.
He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation.
After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's
presence, who said,
'Well, my son, what do you wish to know?'
So the pilgrim said,
'I wish to know the meaning of life, father.'
And the Dalai Lama smiled and said,
'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?'

-- In Held 'Twas In I, Procol Harum, 1968.
This explains my 5 year "contemplation ban" from my local convenience store, The Deli Lama.
 
I'm beginning to ponder the problem (?) of my guitars when I'm gone. I have no children of my own, but a couple nephews that do play. One I trust quite a lot; one, well not so much. I could do the charity thing and offer/give them to a reputable music school or teacher(s) I guess. I don't want the executors of my estate to have to deal with them, nor my wife should she survive me, she'll have enough of my stuff to deal with (hopefully I pare that down long before I take the dirt nap). But I also don't see the number of machines and extra equipment getting much smaller for several years to come. Interesting dilemma to be sure.
 
Oh lord, I hadn't considered that. No way to correct the record now though. Well fellas, looks like my gear is getting even cheaper after my untimely future demise.

Just try to find a will executor fully versed in instrument resale values. Her anger at being lied to will likely subside when she realizes the return could pay for some descendant's education, wedding or first house down payment :).
Besides, you won't be there to bear the brunt of it. :)
 
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