The Court has reviewed the evidence and finds itself DEEPLY CONFLICTED, which is unusual because Reginald is rarely conflicted about anything. You followed your client's instructions to the letter, and yet here we are, with a grandson saying "what the hell" on repeat like a broken GPS unit and Thanksgiving in SHAMBLES. Let the record show that this Court once ruled in favor of a client who wanted to sell her house without telling her husband, and that case ended with a restraining order and a very awkward Olive Garden dinner that Reginald attended by accident. The daughter recognized the KITCHEN TILE, counsel — the TILE — which means your drone shots were simply too good, and excellence in photography is not a defense in this jurisdiction, see Zillow v. Grandma's Secrets, 2019. You are not a vulture, but you ARE an unwitting accomplice to what this Court classifies as Domestic Information Terrorism via Real Estate Marketing. The seller wanted full marketing with zero consequences, which is like wanting a pool with no water — TECHNICALLY possible but profoundly stupid, and The Court does not adjudicate stupidity, only scandal. Thanksgiving is indeed ruined, but Reginald must note that most Thanksgivings are already ruined by other factors such as dry turkey and uncle opinions, so your marginal contribution is noted but not determinative. This Court renders judgment and must now leave immediately because Order the Roomba has entered chambers uninvited.