this all reminds me of that poem about the son coming home from war and he tells his folks that he is bringing home a friend who has no arm and the folks say that is ok and then he says that he has no leg and they say that is ok and then he says that his friend is blind and they say that is ok and then he says his friend cant walk and they got to feed him and the folks say um that sounds like a lot of work so forget son sorry and then a casket shows up and the son is in it and he doesnt have a cap on or something which just shows ya!