My father, who passed away in 2014, had a beautiful stone mailbox built. Last year some jackass decided to get drunk and high and speed down the road, fall asleep, and run into the ditch. He hit the culvert at the neighbors, flew back onto the road, overcorrected, and then hit Dad's mailbox. His truck flipped, ejecting him and he was DRT. His family had the audacity to sue my stepmother, who has advanced Parkinson's, for everything she owns. It took several lawyers and who knows how much money to get them to go away. She spent an entire year of the short time she has left dealing with those jackals.