My husband, as wonderful as he is, seems obsessed with putting a will together. I know it’s super important but honestly, is there anything more depressing? He always brings it up at the worst times. The first was one night during a homemade candlelit dinner, shortly after we were married. We were listening to our wedding soundtrack, enjoying a great meal and, without warning, he suggested we make a will. I promptly burst into tears.

Last night, we were doing the dishes and he asked if I had made a resolution for 2016. I never make resolutions because I have yet to meet anyone who has actually kept one for more than a month. Why make New Year’s special? I can lie to myself any day of the week.

Anyway, he says our resolution should be to make a will. Again, nailing the timing. New Year’s resolutions are supposed to be about hope, right? “I hope I’ll weigh less, I hope I’ll get married, I hope I’ll be a better person, I hope I’ll get a promotion…” A will is the opposite of hope. It’s only useful when hope is gone.

Yeah, okay, I have a kid. It’s stupid not to have one, but I could not dread this any more. I’ll probably cry the entire time we’re putting it together. Is it acceptable to just write it out on a sheet of notebook paper and shove it in an old book? I feel like this might be a little friendlier that going through all the official bullshit.