At 73, I Married My Dying High School Sweetheart as His Final Wish—After the Funeral, His Lawyer Knocked on My Door and Said, “You Walked Right Into His Trap”

Not wealth.

Structure.

He knew he would not be there to answer:

Is Raymond being helpful or intrusive?

He could not protect me from every bad decision.

He could not make me safe forever.

Dead husbands have limited administrative capacity.

So he did something more respectful.