If you're curious (and you promise not to fark it up, since I don't know for sure I set the ACL right) you can visit it here:
I remember about 20 years ago, I lived in a small town in Pennsylvania across the alley from this nice old couple in their eighties. She had never learned to drive. I assumed also that she had never learned a bunch of other facts that would be useful to her if (as statistics assure) she outlived her husband. I always wondered what would happen if I died suddenly and someone else had to try to run the dumbass details of my life, everything from lighting the furnace when it didn't want to to starting the diesel on a cold day to getting the tractors to fire up so someone could cut the grass.
Everyone's life really needs an owner's manual. Or, more properly, a survivor's manual.
i ought to keep writing mine.