On the eve of the eve of our journey, my wife’s brother came home to find his wife had packed all her stuff, taken their kid, taken their car, and left him. While I was on the phone with him, his doorbell rang and I knew what that was. Divorce papers served. The whole thing’s sad. And bro-in-law is an overgrown kid, basically, so it’s hard to even advise him. I just kept saying, call out of work tomorrow and call lawyers.