the further boring adventures of car buying:

I'm about to go look at a car which is being sold by a legally blind recent widow. She needs to sell the car, because her husband is no longer alive to drive it, and she can't see well enough to drive. If I don't buy this Civic, I'm probably going to hell. It's official.

update:

I got the car. My entrance to heaven is guaranteed. Also, my dad rocks in his car price negotiation/buying efficiency. He could be a used car dealer (except for the fact that both he and I can't tell anything about a car engine other than "hmm...yeah, that's an engine all right!").