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A quick definition of specific legacy:

Specific legacy is a type of gift that is mentioned in a will. It means that a particular thing is given to a specific person. This is different from a general gift, which doesn't mention the object or the person who will receive it. For example, if someone leaves their favorite necklace to their daughter in their will, this is a specific legacy. The court will only accept a specific legacy if the person's intentions are clear. This usually refers to things that are not real estate, but sometimes it can also refer to a gift of real estate.

A more thorough explanation:

Specific legacy is a type of gift that is mentioned in a will. It is a gift of a specific thing to a specific person. This is different from a general legacy, which does not specify the object or the beneficiary.

For example, if someone writes in their will that they want to give their car to their son, that is a specific legacy. The car is the specific thing, and the son is the specific person who will receive it.

Courts will only acknowledge a specific legacy if the testator's intentions were clear. This means that the person who wrote the will must have been very clear about what they wanted to give and to whom. If there is any confusion or ambiguity, the court may not recognize the specific legacy.

Another example of a specific legacy is if someone writes in their will that they want to give their antique furniture to their daughter. The furniture is the specific thing, and the daughter is the specific person who will receive it.

Overall, a specific legacy is a way for someone to make sure that a particular item goes to a particular person after they pass away. It is important to be very clear and specific when writing a will to ensure that the legacy is recognized by the court.

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