The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the sheer audacity of invoking a fake family emergency like some kind of discount community theater understudy. You had ONE showing, and instead of simply saying "I am drowning in wire transfer purgatory," you chose to summon the specter of DEATH upon innocent sellers who were just trying to move their sectional sofa into a U-Haul. Linda from processing is not on trial here, though Reginald has THOUGHTS about Linda and her supervisor and the entire mortgage industrial complex that keeps honest judges waiting by their phones for refinance updates that NEVER COME. Those buyers drove 45 minutes, which in some jurisdictions is considered a PILGRIMAGE, and you repaid their devotion with six unanswered calls and a ghost story. The listing agent now believes she needs to send flowers to a grieving family THAT DOES NOT EXIST, and somewhere a condolence casserole is being prepared under FALSE PRETENSES. The Court once missed a critical ruling because I was arguing with a Keurig about water reservoir placement, but even I had the DECENCY to blame the machine and not fabricate human casualties. Call those buyers back or The Court will haunt YOUR showings.