@reddit61938: AT 7 A.M., MY SON-IN-LAW STOOD AT MY FRONT DOOR, SHOVED A FORECLOSURE NOTICE INTO MY HANDS, AND SMIRKED: "PACK YOUR THINGS AND GET OUT OF HERE, YOU SENILE OLD FOOL — THIS HOUSE IS OURS NOW." I LOOKED DOWN AT THE STACK OF DOCUMENTS AND ASKED ONE SINGLE QUESTION. HIS SMIRK INSTANTLY DIED.