April 15th. Tax day.

Doing my taxes has never been one of my favorite things. Probably not yours either. Just seeing all that money that was taken away from us, and knowing it was just the tip of the iceberg with all the other taxes we pay on a day-t0-day basis, I usually end up in a bad mood.

This year I got to do Richard’s return as well as ours. His last ever tax return.

Writing the word “deceased” at the top of his return was a lot harder than seeing all the money the government stole from us.

Richard was a college kid. He didn’t make a lot of money. So he gets a refund of all his withholdings.

Of course the IRS has a form to fill out so you can get the refund due a dead person.  So I filled out Form 1310 and attached a copy of the court papers giving me the right to handle the legal affairs of Richard’s estate.

And it all just seems so bizarre.

He would be happy to know he was getting all his money back. I wish the check could still go to him.