A Plan develops

anuary 15, 2010

“Hello, Mr. Jenkins, how are you today, did you bring with you that financial statement?”

“Yup, sure did” replied Jack Jenkins, Sr. to the estate planning lawyer, Mr. Thaddeus Dobbins.

“Before I show it to you, is everything I tell you confidential?” Jack inquired. “Of course, anything you tell me is as sacrosanct as if you told it to your priest”, the lawyer responded.

As the lawyer looked at the financial statement he made some ‘hmm’ noises. After about two minutes, he looked up at Jack, Sr. “I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news. First the good news, if you die this year, you won’t owe any estate taxes. The bad news is that you have to die this year or you will get hammered. There is a moratorium on estate taxes this year, but next year you will owe estate taxes on everything above $1.0 Million. You do get a closely held business exclusion instead of $1.5 Million, but big deal. So, you need to look into some estate planning. Given your recent DWI arrest, insurance companies would rate you for life insurance, so a life insurance trust is not an option (and it would be expensive at your age anyway). How charitably minded are you?” Lawyer Dobbins asked. “I, of course, have some great feelings for the University of Alabama, and wouldn’t mind leaving them something.” There is something called a Charitable Lead Trust. In theory, you give a chunk of your estate for a number of years to the charity and at the end of that term it goes to your family. For example, let’s say that you give $100,000,000 of your estate to such a trust, and it paid two percent to the University of Alabama every year for 20 years. You would get a tax deduction of $32,322,300. About 1/3 tax deduction. If you gave 4% per year to the University, it would total about 54,000,000 in deductions. But this would mean that the assets need to generate at least 4% per year in income.”

“Can that include rental income?” Jack asked, sheepishly. “Of course and quite frankly given that fact that you own the land that your dealerships sit on, that might be a good plan for the land which is pretty valuable.” Dobbins replied. “Yeah, the rents are already about 4%, net” he added. “The catch is that the rents would have to equal 4% of the net fair market value of the land, each year.” Dobbins responded. “So, if the land over 20 years increases to say $200,000,000, the rents would have to double over that time frame which could cause some cash flow issues for the dealerships, but also would possibly lower their value for estate tax purposes if we made the leases read that way now”, Dobbins added smartly.

Your Son’s a Genius

November 3, 2009.

“Dad, you’re going to kill yourself and me if you keep this stuff up. If you were to die today we would lose the dealership, because of having to pay Uncle Sam $100 Million in estate taxes.”

Jack, Sr. looked surprised at his son’s passion about the dealership and his lack of passion over his condition. “Son, you didn’t say that you were happy to see me survive.” “Dad, I love you, but you’re driving me crazy with this teen behavior you’ve been exhibiting these days, fast cars, fast women, sports camps, drinking and driving. I’m no saint, but you need to remember you’re not 25 anymore.”

November 25, 2009

“Welcome back, Jack. Glad to see you’ve had a full recovery from that beaning. You’re looking nice and tanned after that desert stay”, said Beau Price, a top salesman at the dealership.

“Good to be back Beau, how things swinging around here?” Jack, Sr. asked. “Bout as good as can be expected in this economy. Folks is hurting, and when they’s hurting, they ain’t buying cars unless the old one breaks down or sumthin.” “How’s Junior doing running the place?” Jack, Sr. inquired with a stern look. “Doin’ good, real good. The boy’s a financial genius. If he hadn’t been on top a things, we’d have cratered for sure.” Beau replied, ever the salesman.

Tell Me Doc is he going to live

Jack, Jr. hung up the phone, shaking his head, “Crazy, old coot”. He called the hospital and got hold of the emergency staff who promised to call him back. He called the travel agency to get a flight out of either Nashville or Atlanta as soon as possible for Phoenix. He called in the night manager to let him know that he was in charge of the dealership for the next few days, but that if any major decisions were needed to call him on his cell phone or send him an email.

“Mr. Jenkins, this is Doctor Padhur, I am calling to let you know what’s going on with your father. He suffered a fracture of the orbital bone and a detached retina. We can refer you to a very good opthalmic surgeon who can fix those two injuries. We have him heavily sedated so that he doesn’t jerk about and lose any chance we have to fix the retina. He suffered a concussion. The petscan indicated that he’s had a few before. Luckily for him this is a mild one, the blow from the ball was not as direct as it might have been. We need your permission as next of kin to schedule these two procedures.” “Sure, doc”, Jack, Jr. responded, “And I’m on my way, I should be there sometime tomorrow morning.” “Very good”, the doctor responded. Jack, Jr. gave him his cell phone number and they ended the call. “If he keeps this up, I may not have to worry about him dying in 2010″, Junior muttered to himself.