Fuck, I'm Dead - End of Life Planner

Leave them your love. Not a fucking scavenger hunt.

You know where the important stuff is. Your people? They might not have a clue. And “it’s somewhere in that drawer” isn’t much help when you’re no longer around to point at it.

Fuck, I’m Dead is an end-of-life planner for getting your information together while you’re here to explain it. A sweary cover, a genuinely thoughtful purpose: help the people you love spend less time guessing, searching and trying to figure out what comes next.

Someday, the people you love may need answers you’re not there to give. Writing things down now is a practical act of love: less searching, less second-guessing, and a little more clarity when everything else feels overwhelming.

A hard cover. Because this isn’t throwaway shit.

Hand-cut hard covers and spiral binding. This is a planner you’ll fill in, revisit and keep, so the outside deserves as much thought as the inside. If a flimsy laminated cover isn’t your thing, ours gives you a sturdy hardcover alternative with all the attitude intact.

All the important shit, written down.

• Banking information: give them a starting point for sorting out your finances.
• Insurance information: keep your policy details alongside your banking information.
• Doctors and medications: record the medical information you want organized.
• Healthcare directives: a dedicated section for your healthcare directives.
• Family information: put the details they may need in one place.
• Passwords: space to record the information you choose to leave for them. Keep your completed planner somewhere secure.
• Checklists: work through the details one manageable step at a time.
• Your own obituary: because if anyone should get the last word about your life, it’s you.
• Divider pockets: keep extra documents alongside your written information.

Dark humour. Real love.

Pour a coffee, sit down and start with one section. You don’t have to tackle it all in a day. Every detail you write down is one less thing someone else has to hunt for later.

Choose your spiral-bound cover: “Fuck, I’m Dead” with a gold sunset design, or “It’s Your Problem Now” in burgundy.

This isn’t about being morbid. It’s about being the person who says, “I love you enough to get my shit together.” With a little less sugar-coating.

Get it written down. Keep your personality. Leave fewer question marks.