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遺品整理トラブルの典型的な原因とは？その解決法も解説
遺品整理は、故人の遺した物品を整理し、新たなステップに進む過程ですが、この作業が原因で親族間にトラブルが生じることも少なくありません。ここでは、遺品整理における親族間トラブルの典型的な原因とその解決法について考察します。
遺品整理において親族間でトラブルが発生しやすいのは、品物の分配に関する意見の不一致です。特に、故人から特別な指示がなかった場合、どの親族が何を受け取るかについて意見が分かれることが多く、感情的な対立に発展することもあります。このような状況を避けるためには、遺品整理を始める前に全ての親族が集まり、開かれた場で話し合うことが重要です。それぞれの意見を尊重しながら、公平な遺品分配の基準を設けることがよいでしょう。
手間や費用の負担を巡るトラブルも一般的です。遺品整理は想像以上に労力と時間を要する作業であり、場合によっては専門の業者に依頼することが必要です。この際、費用の支払いを誰が負うかを明確にしておくことが必要です。これに関しても行う前に、参加する親族全員で費用負担の計画を立て、合意形成を図ることがトラブルを未然に防ぐ方法です。
故人の意向を反映させることもトラブルを回避する一つの手段です。可能であれば生前に残した遺言書やメモを参考にし、その指示に従って遺品を分配します。遺言書がない場合でも、故人の性格や過去の発言からその意向を推測し、尊重することが大切です。
故人の遺品には、時に予期せぬ価値が隠されていることもあります。例えば、見た目はありふれた装飾品でも、実は高価なアンティークである可能性があります。このような遺品を公平に分配するためには、専門家による評価を受けることが推奨されます。価値の評価を受けた後、その結果をもとに親族間で分配計画を練り直すことが、納得感を持って遺品整理を進めるためには不可欠です。
遺品整理はただの物の整理ではなく、故人への最後の敬意を表す行為です。このプロセスを通じて、親族が互いの絆を深め、故人の記様を共有する機会とすることで、感情的なトラブルを避け、スムーズに行えるでしょう。
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October 17, 2014
Book Excerpt 3 – Travellers and Tramps
Only 99 cents!
For those who have read the previous two excerpts and then wondered, “WHERE IS PROSPECTOR?” Have no fear.
All lovers of Splat can rejoice!
The Last Prospector (available for only 99 cents on Amazon!) was, predictably, all about Prospector. But the Song of Solstice is a big story, Travellers and Tramps really opens up the world of Solstice. There are many new people to meet. Prospector is a constant though, he is the key to everything.
At the end of The Last Prospector, Tonyo and Prospector received orders from The Boss. They are to finish the Keptyn Pike – btw, I’m a little wounded no one saw what I did there, but no matter, onward – and today’s sample finds the men at their work.
Please enjoy!
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Right now, they were waiting for it to stop pouring. Tonyo was up ahead with a group of the stronger Lofts taking down a medium sized tree in the way while Prospector was at the paving with his crew of twenty. Huddled together under the canopy of tightly woven gossamer protecting the freshly laid concrete, he hoped it would end soon enough to get another few feet of pike done before torchset.
This part of the jungle was deksum territory. The thirty foot long serpents could be heard every night slithering below Napaaqtuq. The sound of their scales scraping against the trunks made Prospector’s blood run cold. Deksums were not beasties he could hope to control like cats or zebras.
The jungle downpours started as quickly as they stopped. This one had been going for a half an hour and kept getting heavier. Prospector decided to call a halt for the day, it was too close to torchset to risk anyone’s life.
“Go on up, Mak and I’ll catch up to the others, bring ‘em home,” he told Aput who clearly agreed.
“Deksums have much boldness, more than before the road.” This was not meant to be a rebuke, Aput was not criticizing as much as warning. Prospector still detected a tone.
“Aye I noticed. It’s still early enough not to worry, I reckon.” Prospector was trying to reassure himself as much as Aput.
Zilubra and Makyldun were the only mounts. The Lofts traveled the tree tops rather than the jungle floor. Prospector had a tightness in his gut that felt like something was wrong. His instincts saved him many times in his life, so he never ignored his gut. He called Mak. Going alone was not the wisest thing, but there was no other option. He leaned into the cat and sped out into the rain.
Aput already had the road gang up the vines and into the tangle of foliage. The Lofts rarely ever used the lift themselves, preferring to use the series of gossamer lines and ladders ringing Napaaqtuq. They knew more about protecting themselves from the dangers of the jungle than even the Viridyans. Prospector wasn’t worried about them.
He was worried about something though. He felt danger around him like it was part of the rain washing over his skin. Mak flew through the jungle towards the scent of Tonyo and Zilubra. The wet leaves they passed slapped angrily against Prospector’s legs. The cat’s body was tense beneath him and Mak’s ears flicked quickly in all directions. As the rain eased, the jungle seemed to close in around them. Prospector suddenly felt very small, intimidated by the towering trees.
The roar of the raindrops hitting the foliage was gone leaving an eerie silence in its place. Mak slowed down of his own will, lowering his body close to the ground and prowling forward through the undergrowth. Prospector held his breath and waited for the return of birdsong that always burst from the trees after the skies cleared. It didn’t come.
Approaching the last bend before Tonyo’s crew, Prospector found himself praying for the safety of his people. It was not something he usually did simply because he had enough faith The Boss always knew what was happening. But he was scared now and wanted to make sure. A low, throbbing growl came from Mak’s chest as they came around the bend, his whiskers twitching faster than the zebra’s ears. Prospector closed his eyes.
A shout pierced the air and Mak lurched to a stop. Prospector’s eyes came open, relief flooding over him in a cool wave. The tree was down and the crew was in the process of hauling it away from the site with Tonyo in the lead pulling a thick rope. All of them were well, laughing and teasing each other loudly. None had noticed Prospector yet and he was glad of that.
He wasn’t sure what girlish madness overtook him and didn’t need the younger people mocking his non-vine swinging self more than they already did. He composed his face and hailed the group. Zilubra shook her head at Mak but he didn’t respond with his usual meows. He was still quite tense, but Prospector wasn’t noticing in his relief.
Tonyo dropped his rope and pulled himself up onto the log with a couple of Lofts, waving hello and spreading his arms with pride. It was a fairly large tree and Prospector was dubious about it coming down in one day with their inadequate axes. It motivated Tonyo to get that puppy down as fast as possible.
Some of the crew on the ground were cheering at Tonyo’s display. He happily played for the crowd as Prospector watched. The Lofts on the tree next to Tonyo stopped cheering and their pale eyes widened. Prospector saw their long arms come up in slow motion. He saw their lips moving but couldn’t hear them. Then Tonyo looked up and the fear in his eyes was visible from far away.
“Meowch!” A chorus of voices yelled, pointing behind Prospector. He did not turn to look. Meowch was the Loft word for cat, really big cat.
Prospector leaned into Mak. “Run!” He said, but the cat was already moving.
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October 13, 2014
The Last Prospector – Price Reduction
Only 99 cents!
If you haven’t yet visited the world of Solstice, now is a great time!
You can now get THE LAST PROSPECTOR on Kindle for only 99 cents!
Book two of the Song of Solstice, Travellers and Tramps, is coming next month. I’m so excited about the birth of my second literary child that I’m putting the first one on sale!
Here’s a sampling from the reviews:
“It is rare to see an author create a world that is truly fully formed.”
“Characters that exist, live, and truly feel as if they have lives that do not solely revolve around service to the plot. A genuinely character driven tale, with people you come to care for so quickly and easily it is surprising.”
“A solid, well-paced, wholly-realized Fantasy world and vibrant characters who live there.”
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