[CaptainCrunch]

I think of it as lets say that you close your eyes to take a nap and wake up three years later and find out that your parents are dead. Your wife declared you dead took all of your stuff and the kids to move to france with your neighbor who was a slimy painter named Jacques. Your favorite guitarist Edde Van Halen was dead. All of your money and assets had been split out by your remaining heirs and you had about 3 years worth of poop in your colon. Traumatic, yep.