I had a deal last month that was fully executed. Signed contracts, earnest money deposited, inspections done, appraisal came back fine. We were literally five days from closing. FIVE DAYS. Then my buyer calls me at 9 PM on a Tuesday to tell me he'd been "doing some thinking" and realized he wasn't sure he was ready to "commit to a geographic location." A geographic location. Like we were discussing philosophy and not a three-bedroom ranch he'd been obsessing over for six weeks. Turns out his ex-girlfriend had texted him that weekend and suddenly his whole life plan was up in the air. He lost his earnest money. The sellers had already started packing. Their agent called me and just breathed heavily into the phone for about ten seconds before hanging up. I've never felt more bonded with a competitor in my life. I still have the closing gift I bought him sitting in my trunk. It's a nice cutting board. I'm keeping it now. He doesn't deserve a cutting board.