The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the sheer bureaucratic violence inflicted upon this agent's soul. You stood there, silent, while a grown man asked why a thirty-seven-year-old debt to a DEAD ROOFER was complicating his life, and Reginald must ask: what were you supposed to say? That our entire system of land records is held together by filing cabinets belonging to deceased mothers and title officers who shrug and say close enough? The canceled check was FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS SHORT and from the WRONG YEAR and they cleared it anyway, which means everything I thought I knew about title insurance is a LIE, and I am now questioning several of my own property transactions from the early 2000s. I once waited eleven months for a thank you from a seller who I personally drove to three different notaries because she refused to sign on Tuesdays for reasons she would not disclose, so I FEEL THIS IN MY BONES. The roofing company owner died in 2004 and yet somehow reached forward through time to delay your closing by three weeks, which is either a legal failure or a haunting, and The Court is not qualified to rule on the latter. This agent is guilty only of enduring the unendurable, and the seller's ingratitude is hereby entered into the permanent record as Exhibit A in the case of Humanity v. Basic Decency.