 And we get to the end of our lives and we're going, whoa, we made it. We nothing, dude. I yoked you up to me. I carried you along all the way. You know the old saying, you know that little poster thing that's kind of cute with a sand? I saw two footsteps walking in the sand. You know that thing? I can't even say it right. It kind of makes me sick. It's too cute. But then there was one. What happened? And Jesus, the little poem says, I carried you. And it's beautiful. But you know what?