It seems Mark Twain and I have something in common.
What began as a regular Monday in these Stay Home, Stay Safe times took a turn for the bizarre when my husband checked his e-mail this morning, only to find a message from the custodian of our recently transitioned investment accounts offering condolences on my death. They referenced his recent phone call to them (never happened) informing them of this sad fact.
Thus began a flurry of calls and e-mails. The transfer to this custodian had been a massive transition of accounts not initiated by us. In the two weeks since the transfer, I had spoken to several reps regarding updating forms, etc. -- verifying my account information in the process -- and not one of them mentioned that I was no longer of this earth.
No, they don't know how it happened.
No, they can't just fix it.
No, it hasn't gone beyond their company, so the IRS and other official entities still think I'm alive.
But: To prove that I am alive, I have to send a notarized letter confirming my identity, with a copy of my driver's license. Not so easy or comfortable to do during this period of quarantine. And not an auspicious start to a new financial relationship.
Anyway, all of this led to me thinking of that Mark Twain quote, which in my mind went something along the lines of, "The rumors of my demise are greatly exaggerated." That made me curious as to what was actually said: "The report of my death was an exaggeration." (I kind of like the "invented quote" better.)
Over and out.
Edited later in the evening: The back-and-forth messages paid off, they were able to trace the problem to the date of the transition but still have no idea why or how it happened, they now show me as alive, and I won't have to submit the proof-of-life documentation. A relief!