I started thinking more about life and death when I was close to turning 40 years old, in 2020. My thoughts could have been part of a mid-life crisis, or a combination of close family members passing away. I could not stop thinking about what I would be leaving behind for my children, both positive and negative. How much crap do I have in my house that the kids will have to take time out from their lives to sort through and decide what to keep, what to sell, what to throw away. What would they remember about me? Would they remember the good times, would they have a place that reminds them of me? Would they have the means to take care of me in old age or would I go into a home.