Remember when your family called you and told you that when your hated stepmother dies and is buried next to Dad, "we're" going to dig him up and transport him 100 miles to bury him next to Mom, whom he beat and who despised him utterly? Remember that call?
No, you don't remember it! Know why? Only I get that call.
Goddamned loons. I settled as close to Ohio as Seattle only because this is where I hit water.