Sounds a nightmare DMcG. How very complicated!

When I did the Probate myself for my late father's Will, (I got shot of the official executor saving several thousand pounds) I nearly followed him to the grave with the stress of it all. I was bombarded with documents needing proof of this and that. I was run ragged. Luckily his bank (Lloyds) were stupendously helpful, It was their central office in Norwich, and I was taken to the Bereavement Suite!
They even assisted me in tracking down father's many investments through his broker.

Every time I achieved a 'stage', I got the next 'stage' on a different-coloured piece of paper through the post. I should have employed a blooming full-time secretary.

The daftest part was having to 'swear an affidavit' in the Court in Norwich, in front of some official bloke. I had to look up the word, as I had no idea what it meant.
I can tell you, I was more than ready to blooming swear!
Finally I got the YELLOW paper which entitled me to the inheritance.
Phew!