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”
Lawyers.
You don’t understand how these things work.”
“I understand more than you think.”
“Did you sign a power of attorney?”
“No.”
“Good.
Don’t sign anything without me.”
That sentence chilled me.