Yeah. Me too. It's not like it's any secret that I didn't get along with her, so having her die on what was supposed to be my birthday was...

[ He gives enough of a shove to help get the jukebox fully into the hallway, and then pauses, thinking about how to put this. ]

You know that story about wishing on a monkey's paw? It's not like I actually wished for anything, obviously, but it kind of felt a little like that anyway.