I recall asking my older retired farmer friends in my Laurens convenience store a number of years ago, for their good advice for my will as I was approaching my own retirement from 35 years of farming.
This is what they advised me to do
To my wife, my overdraft at the bank maybe she can explain.
To my banker, my soul he has the mortgage on it anyway.
To my neighbor, my clown suit he'll need it if he continues to farm as he has in the past.
To the ASCS, my grain bin I was planning to let them take it next year anyway.
To the county agent, 50 bushels of corn to see if he can hit the market I never could.
To the junk man, all my machinery he's had his eye on it for years.
To my undertaker, a special request I want six implement and fertilizer dealers for my pallbearers. They are used to carrying me.
To the weatherman, rain and sleet and snow for the funeral, please no sense in having good weather now.
To the grave digger don't bother. The hole I'm in should be big enough.
Good luck to all you young farmers.
(signed) Roger L. Hanish