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For Manitoba families, digital estate planning is now part of ordinary estate planning. You do not need cryptocurrency or an online business for it to matter. An email account and a phone can hold much of the information someone will need to settle your affairs.

You still remind them to book the dentist. You may be paying their tuition, helping with rent or answering a text about whether the chicken in their fridge is still good. Then you call to sort out an account for them and hear: “We need to speak with the account holder.”

A Manitoba business owner called us in March, four days before he was supposed to close on a piece of equipment financing. His bank had asked for his minute book. He asked us what a minute book was.

A Winnipeg contractor came in to do his will. Forty-eight, two kids, a wife who’d been asking him to do this for three years. He’d finally booked the appointment because a guy he knew from the industry had died at fifty-one and it had rattled him.

A man in his fifties sat in our office with a set of keys on the table between us. His mother’s house in East Kildonan. He’d grown up in it. She’d died in April, he was the executor and one of three beneficiaries, and he had no idea what he was supposed to do with a house.

A widow in Transcona came in three weeks after her husband died. She brought a folder with the will, the mortgage papers, and a title search she’d printed off because someone told her to. She wanted to know how long it would take to put the house in her name.

A man in East Kildonan dies in his sixties without a will. He owned his house, had some savings, and everyone in the family assumed it would all go to his wife. They had been together for decades. Then his adult kids learn that under Manitoba law, in some situations, his wife does not automatically inherit everything. There is a formula, the province wrote it, and it decides who gets what.

You made an offer on a house in Charleswood, it was accepted, and your realtor congratulated you. Then someone mentioned you need a lawyer to “close” the deal, and your mortgage broker asked which firm you were using. So you found one, signed something, and a few weeks later you got a call to come in and sign a stack of papers. The whole time, you were not entirely sure what the lawyer was doing back there, or what you were paying for.

Your dad is still living at home in St. Vital, but his memory has been slipping. You have been helping him for months, picking up groceries, sorting his mail, keeping an eye on the bills. One afternoon you go to the credit union to move some money so his property taxes clear on time. You have a power of attorney he signed years ago, and you bring it with you. The teller reads it, then steps away to talk to a manager. When she comes back, she tells you the document is too old, and that the branch needs to “review it” before they can let you do anything.

It is the first warm stretch of the year, and you have decided this is the summer the backyard finally gets a fence. You start measuring, and a small worry creeps in. Where exactly is the property line? You have a vague memory of a metal stake near the back corner, but you would not bet the fence on it. A neighbour mentions you should get a survey done before you build, just to be safe. So you start looking up surveyors and bracing for the bill.