Nope. Pretty sure it's always lingering in the back of my mind how dear ol' dad and I got our millions. Fuck me again for trying to fix anything at all, ever.
Oh, wait! Since your conscience is so super benevolent that it automatically skips over discussion right into undermining with just one phonecall? Maybe I can direct any and all grieving mothers over to you, and let you handle it better than I tried to.
I'm pretending this shark is you and flipping it off so hard right now.