Come on, Mom

In a fit of morbidity earlier this week, I was thinking about how SOL I'll be when Mom and Dad aren't around. I don't expect anything soon , but eventually.

It's OK, I thought, I'll tell Mom my worries and she'll tell me she'll be around a while or something else to make it fine.

EXCEPT that's not what she said.

I know, she said, I've been thinking about that, too. You'll figure it out; maybe you'll hire somebody.

WTF?