 Please, God, make it a joke. It's not real. When they say that he's dead, I'm like, no, make sure maybe he's in the hospital. He's hurt, not dead. But, you know, I'm still numb. I can't believe it. I'm still thinking in my head, it's probably a joke. I'm going to go home. I'm going to see him home. He's going to be cooking for us.