From the linked article:
I started writing a personal-finance column, Getting Going, for The Wall Street Journal in 1994, and soon earned a reputation as a relentless proponent of indexing. In 2024, at age 61, it seems I’m becoming renowned all over again—for dying.
Yeah, this is a little weird.
Ever since I learned I had cancer and might have just a year to live, I’ve been working like crazy to make sure I bequeath a well-organized estate and leave my family in good financial shape. I’m determined to have as good a death as possible, not least from a financial point of view.
Here are some steps I’m taking.
