 Doherty. Doherty. Doherty. Doherty. I never could say her last name. I know she had cancer. God rest her soul. She passed this weekend, and somebody tried to shoot Trump. It was an active weekend. It was. It was. Now, I will tell you this. I did take Greg's advice, and Terry did stick her tongue in my eye on Saturday late afternoon in honor of Richard. Okay.