The entry I made that spoke about my plans should Cliff die before me provoked lots of comments, and a few questions, which I'll address here.
Next to the question, "What will you do if something happens to Cliff", the other question I hear the most is, "Why don't you drive?". Someone asked that in a comment.
On all occasions when I've tried to learn to drive, the results have been disasterous. And this includes driver's training at school in my junior year. In fact, my instructer humiliated me beyond belief, making fun of my efforts to the three other kids who were in the car with us at the time. Since then a couple of well-meaning souls have tried to assist me, thinking surely they knew some special trick. I don't think I have a single friend who hasn't suggested that, of course, if I'd let them try, they'd teach me to drive. I don't intend to risk a friendship in that manner.
Another question that was raised: Does Cliff have plans, if I should die before him?
We haven't talked about what he'd do in such a case, but I'm 100% certain he'd stay right here, as long as his health permitted. Everything he loves is here. He spends hours each day in his shop, before leaving for work; and in summer he's always outside fixing fence, putting up hay, and all the other things that go with living in the country. They'd probably have to carry him out of here, kicking and screaming.
Cliff does seem to have one set of plans laid out though. I once told him to feel free to remarry if I leave him a widower; my only request was, "Please don't let her have my guitar."
His answer? "Oh, don't worry about that; she doesn't know how to play."