What Happens After the Burial?

It's been more than two months since Husband died, and he's still receiving solicitations from life insurance companies. Fio, of course, has the urge to fill all those forms out, send off the first payment, then report Husband's death--the extra cash sure would help out around Casa Fiorella. The probate lawyer is costing $3000, and Fio is not looking forward to the bill for the grave marker. To make things worse, Social Security has swiped a chunk out of the joint bank account, which doesn't seem fair because even thtough Husband is no longer sitting at the table, the electric, water, and heating bills still have to be taken care of, the dog has to be fed, the garbage picked up, and the mortgage paid.
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Your Fio is running around like a chicken with her head cut off. She has a long list, and it's being added to every day. She's learned just now that she can't drive the old printers up to the side of the road and unload them for some enterprising techie to take home and fiddle with, but instead, has to drive them over to Best Buy (not her favorite store) for recycling.
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Older Son has been a real help, but he knows too much--like that the riding mower needs to have new tires before being put up for sale. Fio would have innocently pawned it off on someone as dumb as she is.
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On the plus side, you will be glad to hear that Fio, without mishap, ran the dishwasher herself this afternoon. On the negative side, she still doesn't know how to use the new double-decker printer or Husband's old Tablet and, even though Son has  been coaching her on expanding her email skills, she's still shaky. The double negative is that there's still the three-car garage to clean up.
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Fiorella has seen a lot of movies in which people die, but she doesn't remember any of the survivors having to deal with this overwheming an aftermath.