Attaboy.

There you go.

What the hell?

Oh, my God. He brought Mom's old car?

You know, that thing was perfect for Dede -- loud, pulled way to the left, and constantly broke down in public.

My ex-wife, Dede, died two months ago, and her husband, Jerry, drove down with a bunch of junk she wanted us to have.

I always liked Jerry.

Then why did you always look at him funny?

Because I knew what he was in for.

Same way I look at the footage of those people boarding the Titanic.