We All Gotta Go

Redoubtable Reader!

Though your wit and beauty will continue to captivate the Conflab for many years to come….when you do croak, honey, whattaya gonna do with your worldly goods?

Me? I’ve had to come up with a new plan. Till quite, quite recently I kept my hand-written “last will and testament” (witnessed and signed by my handyman and dog walker, the fabulous Reddens—a will which superseded my previous holographic will signed by my neighbors, the shapely Eileen Bertelli and Gavin Caruthers, donating all my Elle columns, photos, and letters to the famous Ernie Pyle School of Journalism at Indiana University—not that the Earnie Pyle School of Journalism wanted them, don’t ya know) tucked inside County Families of the United Kingdom, viz:

I am, of course, rethinking this system. For instance, Shakespeare’s will was three pages long, he signed each page, and my Gawd! You gotta read it! He gives ten pounds to “the poor of Stratford,” his clothes to his sister, his sword to the nephew of h…