Like I needed to give Devon another reason to kill me. I was updating my medical insurance info, and I got to the part about "insurance beneficiary." My company offers 1x base salary in life insurance at no charge to employees. Let's just say that, should I accidentally shoot myself three times in the back of the head, Devon stands to make enough money to...throw a slammin' pizza party. Maybe.
In other news, my future killer did me a huge favor by driving my dad's car, which we animated temporarily by putting in a new battery, back to Queens. It can die a horrible death there for all I care. Good riddance.