My Dad was driving home to get his stuff ready to drive down to Brownsville to my Grandpa's funeral.
Someone started tailgating him.
My dad tapped his breaks a few times and the guy wouldn't let up, so he pulled over on the side of the highway to let the guy pass him.
The guy pulled over too.
And then he said something rude and pushed my Dad.
And my Dad proceeded to beat the crap outta the guy and leave him crying on the side of the road.
Its the family way of dealing with grief.
Not that I have been in a fight lately (other than with that lattice).
To Conclude: You learn very intersting things about your parents when it is just you and them (and a Coffin) in a car for 18 hours.