Fathers (not me, not mine).
Mar. 11th, 2016 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogMy day began by commenting on a rather gruesome coincidence. I promise not to give another bankruptcy lecture here, but rather will keep it to one sentence:
If you file bankruptcy in the US and somebody dies, either before you file or within 180 days after, any property you're entitled to receive as a result of that death is included in your assets.
It's a rarely encountered but particularly bitter pill stuck in the law by Congress back in 1978. In my first 30 years of practice, I had it come up once; yet, as I learned last month and again yesterday, it has now happened to recently-filed clients of mine twice in the first two months of 2016. Both of them lost their fathers.
Of such things morbid humour is built, and when I told Client One about the sad coincidence, I was essentially encouraged to use it for marketing material. There's a personal injury lawyer in these parts who trades on poetry, and his slogan has become almost rote for everyone watching any television, listening to a radio or passing billboards:
Hurt in a car? Call [lawyer's name which rhymes with "car"].
And thus, my satiric tagline was born this morning:
"Want your father to die? For Chapter 7, Ray's your guy!"
It got some laughs, but then they stopped.
----
I was in both of my offices today- helping a coworker here file a case early, then getting into the Rochester one around lunchtime after running an errand downtown. We had an office lunch in the conference room, then I went straight into a client meeting- so I missed the call from Emily that came through around 12:30:
Scott, Cameron's dad, was in surgery in Buffalo. Both of the kids had gotten out of work and were heading for home. By the time I retrieved the message, they'd arrived, but the prognosis was still unknown. I could've sworn I heard something about Scott's heart, but that appears to be hallucinogenic.
I cut my day as short as I could and was back here moments before Emily and Cam got back to our house. They were relieved to report that Scott is doing much better; he'd been experiencing increasing pain after a prior surgery a week or so ago, and it proved to be a post-op infection that needed re-operation to clear up. The kids have already headed back to home, hearth and kittehs, and all signs are good, but it's been just a bad couple of weeks for fathers.
Hold yours close if you can- whether "yours" is your father or your child.
If you file bankruptcy in the US and somebody dies, either before you file or within 180 days after, any property you're entitled to receive as a result of that death is included in your assets.
It's a rarely encountered but particularly bitter pill stuck in the law by Congress back in 1978. In my first 30 years of practice, I had it come up once; yet, as I learned last month and again yesterday, it has now happened to recently-filed clients of mine twice in the first two months of 2016. Both of them lost their fathers.
Of such things morbid humour is built, and when I told Client One about the sad coincidence, I was essentially encouraged to use it for marketing material. There's a personal injury lawyer in these parts who trades on poetry, and his slogan has become almost rote for everyone watching any television, listening to a radio or passing billboards:
Hurt in a car? Call [lawyer's name which rhymes with "car"].
And thus, my satiric tagline was born this morning:
"Want your father to die? For Chapter 7, Ray's your guy!"
It got some laughs, but then they stopped.
----
I was in both of my offices today- helping a coworker here file a case early, then getting into the Rochester one around lunchtime after running an errand downtown. We had an office lunch in the conference room, then I went straight into a client meeting- so I missed the call from Emily that came through around 12:30:
Scott, Cameron's dad, was in surgery in Buffalo. Both of the kids had gotten out of work and were heading for home. By the time I retrieved the message, they'd arrived, but the prognosis was still unknown. I could've sworn I heard something about Scott's heart, but that appears to be hallucinogenic.
I cut my day as short as I could and was back here moments before Emily and Cam got back to our house. They were relieved to report that Scott is doing much better; he'd been experiencing increasing pain after a prior surgery a week or so ago, and it proved to be a post-op infection that needed re-operation to clear up. The kids have already headed back to home, hearth and kittehs, and all signs are good, but it's been just a bad couple of weeks for fathers.
Hold yours close if you can- whether "yours" is your father or your child.