Let’s be real—talking about death isn’t fun. But this planner? It somehow makes the morbid feel manageable (and even a little funny). The title alone—*"Sorry, It’s Your Problem Now"*—got a chuckle out of me, and that dark humor carries through the whole book. It’s like a friendly nudge to stop procrastinating on adulting… for the *very* last time.

**The Good Stuff:** The sections are *crazy* thorough. Bank accounts? Check. Passwords? Yep. Even a spot for your Netflix login (priorities, right?). I filled out the "Special Notes to Loved Ones" page first—it felt oddly therapeutic to write down things I’d want them to know. The prompts are clear without being overwhelming, and the durable hardcover survives my chaotic desk pile.

**Room for Improvement:** The paper quality is just okay—a heavier stock would feel more "permanent" for such important info. Also, some pages have *too much* blank space (I doodled sarcastic will clauses in mine). And yeah, the cover isn’t plastic-coated, so coffee spills would be disastrous.

**Real Talk:** After my grandma passed unexpectedly last year, her disorganized paperwork was a nightmare. This planner would’ve saved us weeks of stress. Now I gift copies to family—morbid but practical! Pro tip: Pair it with wine when filling it out. Dark humor + Cabernet = surprisingly good combo.

**Final Verdict:** 4.5/5 stars. It won’t make death less inevitable, but it’ll make your exit way less annoying for everyone else. And honestly? That’s the last gift you can give.