We had a garage sale at our house today. The vast majority of the stuff for sale came from Ashley's parents since they just moved into a smaller house and have nowhere near the space they used to have. Among the items they left with us to sell off to early rising bargain hunters were a variety of rosaries, each in different colors, sizes, and configurations of tiny agonized Jesus on his tiny little cross. All but one of the rosaries sold.
The last one was stolen.
And with that, I will leave it to you to ponder the galaxy-rattling implications of such a bizarre crime.