Well, I did it!

I gathered up all the papers from my dad's estate - even the bloody death certificate and went to the bank. Everything had to be sent over to their legal department for verification. But I got the call today - I'm really Liz, his daughter. I really am the executrix. He really is dead. So, I can go back there on Saturday (just because that's the only time they're open when I'm not at work) and pick up the check. That's it. It's done. It's closed. It's over.