Well, here's what I need. You tell me what kind of truck you have. I got to get, for the funeral home here, I got to transport the dearly departed to the memorial service and then to the Garden of Remembrance where the earthly remains are interned in their final resting place, blah, blah, blah. Because our hearse, you know, like it blew up. My manager, Joey, forgot to get an oil change on the thing. Oh. Yeah, he's not the brightest bulb in the tanning bed. Me neither. So I need a truck in the worst way to get these bodies over to the church and, you know, and then back here to the home.