This weekend, some wonderful people visited my brother's home. They were so kind to clean his place out for him. I, personally, have never had anyone clean my home like this. The people - who shall remain nameless, for now, went through every cupboard, every drawer (including his underwear drawer), every closet. You can't pay for cleaners like this, at least I don't think you can. Maybe you can.
The band of merry bandits must be some sort of electronics cleaning specialists, as they removed all of his electronics, computers, and game systems. Or maybe they are wine connoisseurs, as they removed his wine collection. But you know, their car must have broken down, because they took one of his cars that was in the garage. It's worth more than my first home, you know. Apparently, there are less than 20 of those vehicles in all of Canada.
The moral of this story is to seize the day. The day. Not people's things they worked hard for. I should have seized the day and gotten a couple of bottles of my brother's fine wine the last time I was over there. I should have seized the day and driven that beautiful, specimen of fine and rare German engineering that was his vehicle.