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Planning for Your Survivors: How Much Insurance?

   Over at My Journey to Millions, Evan has posted a very interesting article on the question of how much life insurance (and other preparations) you should have in place to provide for your family should you shuffle off this mortal coil in an untimely fashion. He details the amount of insurance coverage he now has — which is substantial — and then remarks that his wife thinks he’s overinsured.

He has things set up so that if she paid off the $355,000 mortgage (my estimate) and invested the rest of the life insurance proceeds, she would end up with a net monthly income of about $5,800. And he worries that it may not be enough.

Probably she can scrape by on $5,800 without having to run out and get a job.

However, it strikes me that he could be right to worry…or not. How much you need to provide for the event of an early demise depends on a number of circumstances, among them the time of your life, the time of your children’s lives, the part of the country where you live, the style in which your family is accustomed to living, and — most obviously — the number of kids or other dependents you’re supporting.

BungalowStyle07262007Evan is evidently a fairly high earner. They’re living in an expensive house — the mortgage represents only a fraction of its value — and that translates to high taxes, high insurance, and probably a pretty high cost of maintenance. Few women can earn that kind of money on their own, and so if anything happened to him, his wife might have a hard time finding enough to cover their present costs, even without his car to pay for, his medical insurance, and the cost of feeding him.

However, in his absence, her overall costs might drop. For example, she would presumably get rid of at least one car, thereby freeing herself of the payments, maintenance, insurance, and taxes on a late-model vehicle. The family might go out to eat less. Whatever costs are entailed in his hobbies and interests would go away, as would the cost of purchasing clothes and other necessities for a grown man.

These savings, though, might be absorbed by the increased cost of health insurance: covering herself and children on the open market would be staggering, and the Affordable Care Act seems not to be about to remedy that problem. Even though generous subsidies will be available for the middle class, a $5,800 net monthly income with a paid-off house does not fall under the heading of “middle class.”

On the other hand, it’s no foregone conclusion that she would stay home and take care of the kids, at least not indefinitely. Bright, high-earning men tend to marry bright, well educated women. In the vacuum that his absence would create, she would soon find herself bored and restless. She probably would get a job or start a small enterprise — certainly as soon as the kids are in school all day, she would. Even a part-time job would supplement the 4% drawdown enough to allow the family to live in comfort. They live in Long Island, where costs and salaries are high, so let’s figure she gets paid about $25,000 for a part-time, no-benefits gig. She’d probably net around twenty grand, bringing her net income to about $7,470 a month. If she couldn’t live on that, then she might need to downsize. But my guess is she could live like the Queen of Sheba on it.

So it looks like Evan is neither under- nor very much overinsured. As he remarks, he doesn’t want his wife to be forced to go back to work out of need. And that doesn’t appear to be likely; if and when she returned to work, she probably would do so because she wanted to, not because she would feel she has to.

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In considering how much life insurance to buy — and what other provisions you make, such as college savings programs and the like — it’s a smart idea to visualize how your survivors will live in your absence, both in the short term and over time.

My former husband was (and is) a corporate lawyer. Like Evan, he earned a good living and we had a commensurately expensive house. I was a magazine writer and editor; the most I ever earned while I was married to X-DH was about $30,000. Saving was not his forte — the only reason he had a retirement fund at all was that the firm had to provide a plan for everyone if they were to provide it for those who wanted it — and we were in debt up to our noses. There was no way I could pay the mortgage on our house on my own, to say nothing of keeping our son in private school, maintaining a car, and paying the cost of air-conditioning 3300 square feet.

So, he had enough insurance to pay off the mortgage on the house, plus a couple of whole life policies that would have paid a hefty amount in 1970 or so, when we bought them, but not so much in today’s economy. The amount residing in his retirement fund had he passed away at the time I left might have covered most of my expenses, had my son and I lived frugally…but I might not have had access to it for another four years (i.e., if for whatever bureaucratic reason I’d had to wait until I was 59½). In any event, taxes would have reduced my net inheritance of that money by as much as 30 percent.

This would mean that, assuming he figured we were going to stay married (which he probably did), he should have been carrying significantly  more life insurance than we had. I would have needed enough to pay off the house and enough to put our son through an expensive day school and private college and enough for me and the kid to live on.

Graduation ceremony at OxfordToday, K-8 tuition at the school my son attended is $16,475 a year. The cost of operating that big house and paying tax and insurance on it is probably around $2,000 a month in today’s dollars. My present monthly cost of living, exclusive of house costs and absent a young son, is $1100. Let’s add another 50% to that to cover the cost of feeding the kid: $1,650 a month. Back when I paid for cars on time, my Toyota cost $300 a month (it probably would be more now, but let’s accept that figure). So, in today’s dollars I would need about $63,875 a year to maintain our normal month-to-month lifestyle. To net $63,875 a year (assuming a 15% tax rate, which is optimistic) by taking a 4% drawdown on investments, I would need $1,836,406 in savings.

We owed about $70,000 on the house. The cost of our son’s college tuition was about $130,000; let’s add another $8,000 a year to support him in his apartment and cover his incidental expenses. So, in addition to the ordinary living costs, I would have needed another $232,000 to pay off the mortgage and put our kid through a good college out of state (there are no top-flight colleges or universities in Arizona).

$1,836,400 + 232,000 = $2,068,400

That’s less than the amount of insurance Evan is carrying. We owed less on the manse than he does today, but the larger amount he’s providing should pay off their mortgage. So if he projected a lifestyle as grandiose as the one my X-DH had in mind (from day to day we lived no better than I do right now on $2, 355 a month, but the private schools, the expensive vacation travels, and the debt cost a lot), then Evan’s $2,150,000 death benefit should keep them in their home without her having to return to work anytime soon.

Evan lives in a more civilized part of the country, and New York has some very good public universities. It’s even possible that the public K-12 schools are adequate where he’s living. So, if he and the Wife plan to send the kids to public schools, then should anything happen to him, she’ll no doubt be in pretty good shape.

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Life changes. The kids grow up. They do things you don’t expect, which is as it should be. Consider the situation now for me, a single woman with an adult son:

My son now makes his own way, which in Arizona, a right-to-work state with low wages for all but the 1 percenters, is a pretty meager way.

To get him out of the dangerous firetrap where he was living and put a decent roof over his head, I went in with him to copurchase a modest home in a modest central-city neighborhood. We owe about $201,000 on that. Exclusive of the cost of the roof, he earns a decent living: slightly above the median family income in Arizona — and he’s single and frugal. He covers all the cost of maintenance for the house and has accrued a large emergency fund to cover major repairs. So, I imagine that if the house were paid off, he really wouldn’t need all that much to continue to support him in the life to which he has become accustomed.

 However, what worries me is his future. If the dire predictions about Social Security are correct, he may not have much to support him in his dotage. As we have already seen, the idea that the average American can accrue enough in 401(k)’s and other savings instruments is a massive FAIL. Thus even though he does have a retirement fund, it would be enormously foolish to assume that it will carry him through old age.

Or even allow him to retire at all…  And my son enjoys his job about as much as I enjoyed working for the Great Desert University, which is to say “not much.” Ideally, if he is to take pleasure in any part of the life that remains to him, he needs to be able to retire no later than about age 65, and preferably sooner.

Thus…ah, yes, thus: I would like to leave him enough cash that, added to his own savings and invested wisely, over time it would accrue enough to allow him to retire in comfort sometime between his mid-50s and his mid-60s. Alternatively, I would like him to have enough to quit his job and go into a graduate program that would secure him a less unpleasant and much better-paying job. An actual career, one might say.

I can’t afford big insurance premiums, nor do I think much life insurance is necessary to accomplish what I’d like to do for my son.

My house is paid off. It’s worth about $60,000 more than the house M’hijito is living in. Obviously, I will leave the house to him. This will give him four options:

a) Rent my house, generating enough to pay the mortgage on the house he’s living in.
b) Sell my house and pay off the mortgage on his house.
c) Sell his house, break even on the sale, and move into my house.
d) Sell my house, invest the money, pay the mortgage on his place as best he can from his salary, and let the sale proceeds accrue in brokerage and Roth IRA accounts until he reaches retirement age.

The first two choices would not require him to move. If he used rental income from my house to accelerate payment of the mortgage on his house, then after he owns his place free and clear, rent from my house would be money in his pocket. In that event, by the time he reaches retirement age, he would have the inflation-adjusted equivalent of about $1500 a month to supplement whatever other sources of income he might have.

The third option could be depressing…in addition to hassle of having to uproot oneself, it would creep me out to move into my parent’s home. But people have done it. And my house is bigger, fancier, and in a nicer neighborhood than his, so the advantages would considerable. Whether he sold my house or his, he could get out from under the monthly cost of keeping a roof over his head.

The fourth option would do nothing to improve his life in the short term, but it would add about $240,000 to his life savings.

The whole life policy X-DH and I bought all those many years ago has a $40,000 death benefit, despite my having ceased to make premium payments. After cremating me, M’hijito would have enough left from that to buy a much-needed new car.

The remainder of my assets reside in investments. Unfortunately, most of this is in a large traditional IRA, and so taxes will gobble up a fair amount of his cash inheritance. I figure he’ll net about $300,000, all told, from the investments he gets from me. I could arrange things so he would get about twice that much by purchasing $300,000 in life insurance, but at my age, life insurance isn’t cheap. Just $50,000 worth would cost over $300 a month, and I don’t have a spare $300 laying around. Besides, to make up the tax gouge, I’d have to buy six times that much coverage!

Assuming he manages to save about $200,000 on his own and he does not sell my house and roll the proceeds into investments, with his net inheritance he’ll have about $500,000 or $600,000 (or its inflation-adjusted equivalent) by the time he retires. That’s not enough, of course. To fund a modestly comfortable retirement, he’ll need well over a million dollars — in today’s dollars, assuming no Social Security benefit. If he does invest proceeds from the sale of my house, by the time he retires, he might have enough to provide a livable drawdown.

If his father leaves him a like amount (no guarantee there! he has a wife and her dependent adult child, who has a minor child also needing support), then he would have about enough to retire on, assuming he always lives under a paid-off roof.

That also assumes he never marries.

However, many men his age do find wives, and with any luck at all, the Mother of My Grandchildren is searching for him right now. If she ever finds him and he notices, the situation changes: first, she adds to his wealth by working, but second, they add to their expenses by having children. In that case, a few hundred thou from me should help them a little, though it won’t ensure either a comfortable retirement or, given the way our country is going, any retirement at all.

You can’t really second-guess the future. Whatever my son gets from me and his father, he’ll need to handle it intelligently for it to benefit him…and yet not be so pinch-penny that he never gets to enjoy any of it.

Update: This post was selected for the August 19 Carnival of Personal Finance at Barbara Friedburg Personal Finance.

Lizard!

What a hot, humid day! By 7:15 this morning it was 90 degrees on the back porch and surely must have been pushing 90% humidity. Perfect weather for our various buggy friends.

geckobaby2But…heh heh! The Funny Farm has a better friend: a cute little baby lizard.

Actually, by now he’s more of an adolescent lizard. He’s been living in the back bathroom and bedroom for several weeks now. At first he was a tiny little guy, so new and delicate his skin was pink where you could see the blood through it. He’s still only an inch or so long, but he is beginning to look more like he’s going to live to see old age.

And we haven’t spotted a mosquito around in…well! Several weeks now.

Because his tiny snowshoe-like feet cling to the wall like suction cups, he can race along a vertical surface so fast he turns into a blur. One of the favored vertical surfaces is one also favored by resident mosquitoes.

More to the point than mosquitoes, though, are the crickets.

A couple of weeks ago, a tribe of the little guys encamped — or maybe hatched — in the family room. That they eat binding glue out of the books and consume fabric off the floor pillows would annoy one enough, even without the cricket love songs. But their night-time mating arias pose a more immediate problem.

One of the desert Romeos started up in there about a week ago. This was OK — closing the bedroom door allowed for a decent night’s sleep.

Then he moved up the hall to one of the nearby rooms. When I shut the door on him that night, he came in through the crack beneath it and made himself to home in the bedroom curtains!

cricket2Well, the particular variety of cricket that lives in these parts has learned to shut up and hide the instant a human heaves into view. That makes it mighty hard to find and smush the little fiddlers. And whereas Cassie the Corgi shares many personality characteristics with cats, chasing down small insects is not one of them. So I went to sleep with a pillow over my head.

Next morning, come the usual wee-hours call to awaking: Silence.

No cricket song.

I figured he must have found a girlfriend and so was otherwise occupied. But that evening when bedtime rolled around, silence still graced the bedroom. Where was Jiminy Cricket?

He didn’t go out the sliding door. He didn’t hop out the bedroom door and back up the hall.

And the gecko? He seems to have put on an ounce or so.

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It’s always good when you can see your gecko breathing…

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Images:

Juvenile Hemidactylus frenatus (a gecko). No photographer named. Licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.
House gecko with a spider, Austin, Texas. Ehollins. Public domain.
Field cricket, Acheta domesticus. Luis Fernández García L. Fdez. licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.1 Spain license.

(As usual, click on an image for a higher-resolution view.)

Course Prep Prepped!

Wow! The entire maga-writing course is updated and online in Canvas, and it only took about five hours! Started a little before lunchtime and was done by 4:30.

By about 3:00 my teeth were grinding, but then I reminded myself that most of the hang-ups were user error, not software issues (as they tended to be with Blackboard).

The most egregious error, which surprisingly was not caught by the department’s hawk-eyed Syllabus Nazi, sprouted from a moment of true stupidity: I failed to change the dates in the calendar that we’re required to install near the end of the 18-page production. So, in the middle of uploading stuff and juggling data around online, I had to drop everything and rewrite that section of the syllabus, matching the due dates against a hard-copy calendar. That was annoyingly time-consuming, and all my fault.

Otherwise the actual conversion from spring to fall semester went pretty smoothly. Canvas imported the assignments and announcements smoothly from the spring semester into the fall course shell. The online course calendar, which the program automatically compiles from the assignments’ due dates, got a little dorked up — but that may have been my doing, because I shifted a few entries that were not assignments around and in doing so probably confused things. That took some time to undo…after the time required to figure out how to undo it.

A lot of stuff from the spring syllabus had to be deleted or rewritten, now that it’s clear there’s no need to have students send their assignments to my e-mail address. Canvas seems to be pretty reliable, unlike Blackboard, so I’m hoping that it does as well this fall, when the whole district goes cold turkey, as it did in beta last spring with just a few of us using it.

But just in case, I’m keeping my DIY course management system up in WordPress. That necessitated a bunch of up-dating and out-throwing there, too. Pretty easy, but still…somethin’ else to have to do.

In the past, it’s taken almost two weeks to update courses in Blackboard, and that’s two weeks of eight- to twelve-hour days. So I sure can’t complain about four or five hours to update content and design for not one but two websites.

Things might have gone even faster if I’d had more than five hours of sleep last night. Up at 3:30. Then off at 6:45 to the weekly Thursday morning shindig. Crawled back in the sack after I got home but couldn’t close the eyes, so after an hour or two just gave up. Have you ever noticed how when you’re really tired you miss stuff…and it seems to take forever to fix the things you discover you screwed up? Argh!

So anyway, that was four or five hours of unpaid time.

Then as I’m about to check out of Canvas, what should I notice but lo! They have me “enrolled” as a student in not one, not two, but THREE of those stupid hoop-jump tutorials they require all their employees to stumble through: one on FERPA (the federal privacy act), one on something called “Consumer Information,” and another on “Employee Access.”

What an ineffable waste of time. You can’t just go and click on the obvious answers to the brainless questions. To get to the questions, you have to plod through each stupid little pitch and then read a long-winded “case” about which the brainless question is asked.

It’s now quarter to seven — it’s taken me at least an hour, maybe more, to get through these three chunks of bureaucratic bullshit. Another unpaid hour of labor.

Did you know that if you have a 14-year-old who’s bright enough to be in college (as many are represented to be — around here, some high-school AP programs simply foist the kid onto a community college to take a course, thereby earning both college and AP credit), and you think the kid is going off the track and, to confirm or deconfirm his progress, you’d like to see his grades, you can’t. Nevermind that he’s a minor. The fact that he’s in an institution of higher education nullifies your rights as a parent.

Jesus Aitch Keerist.

 

Uh oh… Another Boondoggle about to Come Home to Roost?

Good grief. Take a look at this report on the F-35. I’d heard before that the expensive new fighter jets are generally hated by pilots and not what you’d call a good value for the taxpayer dollar. But it’s much, much worse than I thought.

F-35These things are about to be inflicted on the Valley of We-Do-Mean Sun, as Luke Air Force Base, a beloved boon to the local economy, is a fighter-pilot training base. We’re told the racket they make is magnitudes worse than the F-16’s, whose roar can be heard clear over at my house all the way from the far West Valley. This is one of several reasons I’ve declined my dear friend’s suggestions that I move to newer, more broadly middle-class westside housing closer to her and resisted SDXB’s blandishments to move to Sun City, also under the flight path. At any rate, the noise pollution issue is what originally brought my attention to the new model. It didn’t sound good then, and it sounds a whole lot more dubious now.

Medium.com, the source of this article, is one of several new long-read sorts of sites I’ve recently added to the Web-surfing list. Check out this lighter but right-on post at the same site.

Pro Publica, in my humble opinion, is the emperor of the long-read websites. Funded by philanthropic contributions, Pro Publica’s operators describe it as “an independent, non-profit newsroom that produces investigative journalism in the public interest.” And that they do, with élan. One series won the 2011 Pulitzer Prize for National Reporting, the first such prize ever for stories not published in print, and an earlier story took a 2010 Pulitzer Prize for Investigative Reporting, the first such award to an online news organization. More recently, a story broadcast with This American Life won a 2013 Peabody Award. Articles here are well researched, well written, and often eye-opening. Here’s one that’ll get your attention, and if that doesn’t, then this series certainly will…

Longreads is a great and reliable place to find something interesting to read. It aggregates full-length nonfiction articles from a wide variety of publications. Like a good detective story? Here’s one from real life. And in the true crime department, Tara of Streets Ahead Living commented on this article in relation to restrictions placed on purchases of ordinary OTC cold nostrums and nail polish remover.

If you can stand its political slant, Mother Jones runs some excellent investigative pieces — and they don’t seem to mind goring their own oxen, when it’s called for.

PopSci has also become a regular check-in. Posts are short, light, and over-simplified, but often amusing to read or watch.

One that’s pending is called Epic Magazine — it’s expected to publish long-form nonfiction on subjects interesting enough to lure movie options, in hopes of creating a market that will allow writers to make a living wage. So far the proprietors haven’t put much up, but it’s worth keeping an eye on the site.

That used to be the function of the Fourth Estate — cluing the electorate to the boondoggles. Alas, with print  journalism dying on the vine, it gets harder and harder for most Americans to get this kind of information. There’s only so much Frontline can do. Recently, though, web presences like the ones above have stepped in to fill the ever-yawning gap left by the death of the metropolitan daily.

Seek them out. Read them. If you can, support them. And let your elected officials you know what they wish you didn’t know.

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Image: The U.S. Navy variant of the F-35 Joint Strike Fighter, the F-35C. Public domain.

 

How Much, Really, Should We Be Protected from Ourselves?

The Brits are reporting that CVS has taken it upon itself to make all its customers provide identity every time they buy a bottle of nail polish remover, and in addition to track customers’ nail polish purchases. This would suggest a) the Brits have as much of a meth problem as we do; and b) I’m dead right in saying Big Brother is not the government; it’s the corporate shadow government.

Elsewhere, once again we’re told that because a few morons can’t figure out that jumping on a trampoline is a fair way to maim yourself, all trampolines must be banned or at least regulated.

Honest to gawd! Obviously, it’s brain-dead stupid to bounce around on one of these things given that we’ve known for years that crippling injuries are common. Should they be banned? Maybe. But a business promoting use of the things is probably akin to a shop selling meth at the local strip mall. How hard is it to simply TELL people that? Then let the user take responsibility for the consequences.

You could say that the only person injured is the guy in the wheelchair, but that’s not so — the parents of the “victim” in the report above are now stuck caring for him for the rest of their lives, his health insurance (if he had any) paid the stratospheric hospital and care bills, and over time various taxpayer-supported agencies will have to foot the bill for his care. He’s harmed not only himself but his immediate family, health insurance consumers who have to pay higher premiums as companies’ bills go up, and taxpayers who cover the bills for people on welfare.

This brings me back to my modest proposal on the subject, advanced some time back: people who OD or otherwise harm themselves with drugs should have to foot the bill for their own stupidity. Let’s extend that to any form of terminal stupidity, not  just drug use.

In the regulation-free universe, if you show up at the ER in a state of self-induced distress, your insurance does not have to cover your bills, the hospital is excused from its obligation to treat you for free, and the taxpayer does not pay, either. If you can’t get your mom and dad to mortgage their home for a few million bucks to pay your bills, then you suffer the consequences.

Think of the things you can’t buy at all or can’t buy without letting Big Brother watch over your shoulder, for no other reason than that other people misbehave or harm themselves or their kids out of stupidity:

• cough medicine that works
• nasal decongestants that work (think Sudafed)
• headache pills in bottles you can get open
• toilet cleaner in bottles you can get open
• just about any cleaning product or yard-care product in bottles you can get open
• cars that don’t nag you when you open the door without removing the key

When you consider that few people harm or kill themselves with household products compared to the number of people who are killed and maimed in cars — in 2010, 8.5 times more fatalities than those killed in the World Trade Center — it’s surprising we’re allowed to drive cars at all.