I’ve simply lost track of the number of horror stories I’ve heard about totally junk life insurance being forcibly dumped on your head by relatives/friends-cum-insurance-agents. Everyone out there seems to have bought a life insurance policy from either a relative, or a friend, or a friend of a relative, or a relative of a friend, or a relative of a relative, or a friend of a friend, and similar relationship chains. It’s quite horrible.

I asked D, who also happens to be a victim of such a life insurance policy, to create an art of finance sketch on this concept. Here’s the result —



I think all of her bottled-up vengeance came out in this sketch! And I think it’s true to every word. A junk life insurance policy is like a tight noose around your neck just waiting to snap it into two. The scenario is just like a guillotine and you can guess who the executioner is! So, if you currently happen to be in such a mess, make a plan to jump off the frame before the axe wields. And if you currently being led towards one, now’s probably a great time to run away. Think about it.