What happens to my accounts and files if I die?

You have built a life in accounts and files that only you can enter. Photographs, money, letters, work — all locked behind passwords that live in your head alone. You have never sat down and asked, plainly, what should become of them. This is not laziness. It is a task no one teaches us to do, and grief is not a good time to learn it. But consider who is served by your silence, and who is not. Your silence serves no one. It leaves those who love you to guess, to lock horns with companies, to lose things you would have wanted them to keep. Do this with your pod, not alone. One mind forgets accounts, misjudges what matters, delays. Several minds, reasoning together, catch what one would miss — and share the weight of a task that feels heavier alone than it is.