If my Ex ever bought the farm, am I legally entitled to be informed in anyway, since I'm no longer his spouse, or should I just watch the SJ obituaries diligently and hope to catch his passing in the funny papers?

You can get a death certificate from the county. It cost about $10/ per copy from LA County back in 2002 when my MIL passed away.loCAtek wrote:...and that's my next question: say I do hear he was hit by a garbage truck; flipped into the refuse bin, and choked on a used pamper. I assume the insurance co. isn't just going to believe my word on that, are they? I expect they'll want to see an official death certificate ...and where am I supposed to get that? (His mother never liked me in the first place) Are these things on public record? Or would digging up his skull and dropping it on the counter of the county court house be sufficient?
loCAtek wrote:...and that's my next question: say I do hear he was hit by a garbage truck; flipped into the refuse bin, and choked on a used pamper. I assume the insurance co. isn't just going to believe my word on that, are they? I expect they'll want to see an official death certificate ...and where am I supposed to get that? (His mother never liked me in the first place) Are these things on public record? Or would digging up his skull and dropping it on the counter of the county court house be sufficient?
Joe Guy wrote:And keep in mind that you have to get the death certificate from the county that he croaks in, so you have to know where he is when he kicks the bucket.
Or if you plan on killing him, make sure you know which county you're in when you do it.
Are you asking if I mind that he's still breathing? Yes, very much; I'd prefer that he didn't, and any gentleman with a sense of common courtesy, would stop that right now.liberty wrote: My dear Loca, do I sense some animosity towards the person whose aerobic status is in question?
Well, men do tend to play with wood there and you can't keep a man away from his tool.liberty wrote:I sure hope he doesn’t have a suicidal fetish of doing woodwork in the bathtub. Need I say more.