Dining in Vegas Thursday night at a steakhouse on the strip seeing dudes with personal sized billboards on their back and a good variety of the population walking by and you’d think we’d be able to talk about something other than our impending demise.
But not all of us can.
So some folk got in a discussion about how they’re willing their money to their kids. How the general advice is to go with 24 or 25 years old as an age when they get their money, because at 18, they’re far too likely to drop out of school, burn through the money and then have nothing left by the time their 25. Someone added they took that rule of thumb age and added a couple of years.
What was i thinking?
Congrats. Not only are you a tightwad while you’re alive but now you’ve successfully set things up so you can be a tightwad when you’re dead. How about instead of being obsessed with your money, focusing on raising your children well enough so that you don’t need to worry about them when they’re 18 and that you can trust them, with or without money, dead or alive?
But it was early in the trip and I ddn’t want to rock any boats. So those thoughts remained in my head and I should have said “Hope you don’t die anytime soon!” and we could have all toasted to that.
What did I say?
“That’s gonna suck if your kids die between the ages of 18 and 25…”