The neighbor thing really had me in my feelings before the baby news. Family of 4 that lives a few doors down from us. When we moved in, in our late 20s, the girls were young. Got to know them all. The dad, who speaking of Homer, used to remind me of Ned Flanders. He would take the youngest daughter around as she got into her early teen years with a lawnmower to mow ours and other lawns so she could raise money for college. She would babysit my kids when they were little. Apparently at some point they got a goldfish. When the girls went off to college, one day Terry and Sandy asked us if we could watch the goldfish when they were going out of town. Young and naive I did not recognize this trap. When they returned, Terry told me congratulations, your kids now have a goldfish. They were excited of course, and renamed him Simba.
A few years later, I think it was 2017 or so, Terry in his mid 50s and very healthy, had a massive heart attack while on the treadmill and died. It was very sad to see those girls have to mourn their father. And now, just a few years later, their mom is gone as well. Simba outlived both of them. We were talking to the girls at the visitation, the damn goldfish is 15 years old and still going strong. Anyway RIP to Sandy and Terry.