The last thing you want to think about in your twenties is your own death. It’s difficult enough to juggle brunch plans, your love life and your micromanaging boss, let alone plan for what could happen to you decades from now. But life comes at you fast — and suddenly you’re 35, living with your partner and two gorgeous kids in the suburbs. OK, maybe you’re not quite there yet, but some version of adulthood is likely staring you in the face. More >>