The Estate Kit Facebook ad: “The 5 calls your children will have to make, in order”

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Screenshot this before you scroll. These are the 5 calls your children will have to make when you die. In the right order — so they don't end up paying for your funeral out of their own pockets. Because every one of these calls has a trap in it. Here they are. Call by call. CALL 1 — Your GP. Or 000. Nothing moves until a professional verifies the death. Not even the funeral director. At home, expected: they ring your GP, who certifies — sometimes without even coming out. Unexpected: 000 — and the police will attend, and the coroner may be called. ⚠️ It's routine for every unexpected death at home. But nobody tells families that, and it terrifies them. ⚠️ Then: nothing is urgent on day one. Nothing moves — not even the funeral director — until the death is certified. Families exhaust themselves rushing on the one day nothing can be rushed. Would they know the name of your GP? CALL 2 — A funeral director. Collection only. They come at any hour to bring you into their care. On that first call, your children will be asked whether you have a pacemaker. It has to come out before a cremation. Nobody is ever ready for that question. ⚠️ The panic trap: your children do NOT have to find money this week. Funeral directors deal with estates every day — they invoice, and they wait. ⚠️ The invoice trap: the bank will pay the funeral director directly from your account, before probate — but only against a final invoice. Not a quote. Families get turned away for one wrong word on a piece of paper. ⚠️ The plan trap: one man's prepaid funeral quietly paid for his entire send-off — because his son knew it existed. Most don't. If you hold a prepaid plan or a funeral bond, is it written down anywhere? ⚠️ The price trap: the same cremation varies by thousands in one city — from under a thousand dollars to four and a half. Your children won't shop around that morning. You can — today. Is there a plan? Would they find it in time? CALL 3 — The funeral director. The details they'll ask for. In Australia it's the funeral director who registers the death — with the state's Births, Deaths and Marriages. But only once your family hands over the facts. And they'll ask your child, from memory: your full name. Your mother's maiden name. Your date and place of birth. Your occupation. Your marriage details. Could your eldest answer all five, under stress, without guessing? ⚠️ The certificate trap: the official death certificate comes from the state's BDM — around $60 to $70, a couple of weeks after registration, plus the post. Order 3 to 5 certified copies; photocopies are refused almost everywhere. The families who order two spend a month waiting. ⚠️ Every bank and super fund wants its own certified copy. This is why this step blocks everything. Could they answer those questions — and find your birth and marriage certificates tonight? (Notice something before you read on: every trap so far has a key the size of one written line. Hold that thought — it's the whole point of this page.) CALL 4 — Services Australia. Within 28 days. One call updates Centrelink, Medicare and Child Support — if you were getting a payment, they must be told within 28 days. And that's all it updates. Nothing else. ⚠️ The silence trap: skip it, and nothing pauses. Your pension keeps arriving — as a debt. The estate repays it. Bank it knowingly, and it's an offence. ⚠️ The clawback trap: even families who do everything right get payments slipping through — then a letter, months later, demanding the money back. The debt belongs to your estate — not to your children personally. Almost nobody knows to check before paying. ⚠️ The payment trap: some partners qualify for a one-off Bereavement Payment — strict conditions, and almost nobody knows to ask. Survivors miss what was theirs while they grieve. ⚠️ And it stops at government. Your banks, super funds, insurers, energy, mobile, subscriptions — the death notification service only reaches the organisations that joined it, and not until the certificate arrives. The rest: told one by one, most wanting an original certificate. Could they even list your 15 to 25? CALL 5 — Your bank. The deceased estates team — not customer service. ⚠️ The wrong-door trap: standard customer service will send your children in circles for weeks. The words that unlock everything: "Put me through to your deceased estates team." More power, faster answers. Families learn this too late. ⚠️ The freeze trap: the moment the bank knows, your sole account freezes — and the freeze stops the mortgage, the house insurance, the electricity. Silently. Someone needs your direct debits written down before that call. ⚠️ The POA trap: if one of your children holds Power of Attorney — it died with you. That very day. It opens nothing anymore. ⚠️ What a frozen account WILL still pay: your funeral director's account (final invoice in hand). Little else. Joint accounts pass to the survivor and keep running. ⚠️ The threshold: below a certain amount, some banks release everything on a signed form, no probate — but every bank sets its own. One question gets the number: "What's your threshold?" And your children must never use your card. Even for your funeral. Even knowing the PIN. That's how they end up asking strangers online, at 1am, whether they've committed fraud. Which banks? How many accounts? Which one pays the mortgage? Keep the screenshot. Send it to your children tonight — a list can start the conversation you've been putting off. Now count, before you scroll on. Out of five — the GP, the plan, the details they'll ask for, the organisations, the accounts — how many are closed in your house tonight: written down, findable, told to one person? Almost everyone lands on one or two. Keep your number. And before you reach for the obvious fixes — watch each one fail. "It's in my will." A will says who gets what. It answers none of the five calls — and it gets read weeks after they happen. "My wife knows where everything is." She knows where the paper lives. Not your mother's maiden name. Not which account pays the mortgage. Not the difference between a quote and a final invoice. "I'll leave a note." A note answers the questions you thought of. Every trap above is a question nobody thinks of. Look at the shape of those traps one more time. Not one of them is survived by intelligence. Or love. Or staying calm. Each one is survived by a specific answer, needed at a specific moment. That's the real problem. And it's why an estate in Australia isn't managed. It's triggered. Three times. 48 hours — securing the house, mail and phone, engaging the funeral director, before the paperwork machine starts. Window one. 28 days — the notifications. Your 15 to 25 organisations, each with its own deadline, each wanting its own certificate, while the direct debits keep firing. 6 months — the settlement. Probate through the Supreme Court, the final tax return, the super still with the fund — while the estate is locked. Miss a window, and it costs money. Or months. Or the house. This is why The Aussie Estate Kit exists — and why it isn't a book. It's the 48-28-6 System: one folder, where every window comes as a pair. The guide page that tells your children what to do, and when. And the fill-in sheet that holds the answer only you could give. The five questions the funeral director will ask? A sheet of their own — filled in by you, on a quiet Sunday, in five minutes. The deceased-estates-team wording, the final-invoice rule? Printed. Ready to read down the phone. Your 15 to 25 organisations? Your list, their tick-boxes. Not their guesswork. Every account, super fund and policy? One register. References only. Never passwords. Never PINs. One folder. Three windows. Ten sheets. Your answers, sitting ready at the exact moment each trap springs. Those are the keys you were promised. One written line per trap — held in one folder, in the right order. One more thing from those forums — the part that convinced me more than any statistic. Under every chaos thread, once the storm passes, the survivors leave the same advice. Over and over, like a message passed back down the line: make the list. Tell your family where it is. Do it now, whatever your age. And every so often, a different comment. Easy to miss. Impossible to forget. "As the executor of an estate right now, I sure wish someone had left me something like this." A grown child, in one of those same threads. A family that had already lived one long, dragged-out estate — and decided never again. So the parents built a folder: every provider on one handwritten list. No passwords. Just names, and where to look. And under comments like it, the replies all land in the same place: envy, grief, and I wish mine had done this. Grieving families rebuild that folder from scratch every week, in ring binders with dividers — after the disaster. The only question is who builds yours. You, this Sunday. Or them, in the worst month of their lives. And the thing I most need you to hear — because it's what those threads taught me above everything else. None of this makes anyone a bad parent. It makes them a normal one. Nobody is ever told any of it. There is no letter, no lesson, no appointment where somebody sits you down and explains the traps. The families in those threads loved each other exactly as much as the family behind that folder. The difference was never character. It was one afternoon that never got scheduled. The $49 isn't for information — you've just watched the information given away free. It's for the only copy of the answers. And the alternative was never another product. It's your family, in one of those threads. The Aussie Estate Kit — the plain-English guide to the full 48-28-6 sequence, plus ten fill-in sheets. References only. Never passwords. Never PINs. One afternoon at the kitchen table. $49, once. Instant delivery by email. 30-day money-back guarantee — if filling it in doesn't lift the weight, one email refunds you in full. (Reading this as the grown-up child? Buy it, start yours, and hand them theirs with one sentence: "I'm filling mine in. Do yours with me.") Now the part nobody puts in an advert. You'll nod at every word of this. And you'll plan to do it soon. Soon is how every empty folder in Australia stayed empty. Because here's the deadline nobody can print: every line in that folder needs a you who can still answer. And the day that ends — a stroke, a diagnosis, an ordinary Tuesday — doesn't send a save-the-date. There is a last day you can do this. Nobody is told which one it is. So not soon. Sunday. Kettle on, kitchen table, sheet one. Thirty-five minutes, and the first five gaps are closed before the tea goes cold. Do sheet one. Stop there if you want. Nobody stops there. But you're allowed to. And if a folder about your own death sounds heavy — look at what you've already carried. You've run this family's logistics for decades: the birthdays, the renewals, the forms nobody else remembered. This is one more afternoon of a skill you already have. Except this one isn't really admin at all. It's the last conversation you'll ever have with them — written in advance, in your handwriting. Saying: I've got you. Even from here. One day, your children will make those five calls anyway. That part was never optional. But there is a version of that week where your daughter sits down, opens a folder, and answers all five questions in a steady voice. Where the bank asks for a final invoice — and it's already in her hand. Where, underneath the grief, from the very first morning, there is one thought she'll carry for the rest of her life: Right to the end, they thought of us. That week is decades away, if the world is kind. The ink isn't. Because here's what actually happens to this page if you scroll past it. By tonight, it's thirty posts down. By Thursday, you'll remember there was something about five calls. By next month — nothing. Not because you don't care. Because feeds are built to bury, and soon is built to soothe. The you reading this line — who counted the gaps, who knows the traps, who can still hold a pen — is the most ready you will ever be. This is the peak. It's downhill from the next scroll. So be clear about what the $49 actually buys — and when it arrives. Not the folder's finest hour. That comes decades from now, and you won't be there for it. It buys the evening you fill in sheet one — when a low hum you've carried for years, the I really should sort that that visits on plane take-offs and at other people's funerals, finally goes quiet. Mine went quiet on a Sunday afternoon. That's what the 30-day guarantee covers: if the weight doesn't lift, one email, full refund. The only thing you risk by buying now is an afternoon. The thing you risk by scrolling is the version of you who was finally ready. Buy it in the next two minutes — it's in your inbox before the kettle's boiled. Fill it in Sunday. That's the entire plan. The pen is still in your hand. 👉 Get The Aussie Estate Kit — $49 https://theestatekit.com/au/5-calls P.S. One thing today: screenshot the list, tell your children where you saved it. Two things: the second takes an afternoon — and turns the list from a warning into a plan. P.P.S. And if $49 isn't happening this month — do it tonight with a biro and one sheet of paper. Your banks. Your super. Where the will is. Who to ring first. Tell one person where it lives. A biro catches the questions you think of; the sheets catch the ones nobody does — but a floor beats a blank drawer. If this post only ever gets you that far, it did its job. 🏠 Built for families across Australia

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