My car was only a few months away from being paid off. Then, while I was at home lying in bed feeling ill, someone driving past blasted into the rear wheel, damaging the axle beyond repair. Yes, it murdered his car. But because of the limits of coverage, my parked car is now dead also. I am doing the paperwork today to have it interred. And I notice, of course, that the paperwork says at the bottom, “State law makes falsifying information on this application a third-degree felony.” Oh, good. If I get any of the answers wrong, I go to prison. And worse, they could deny my claim and pay me nothing for the car. Why am I worried? Because when I asked the insurance company for help with verifying the information, they gave me a license plate number that doesn’t match the way my imperfect memory remembers it. If I put down the information they gave me, will they throw me in prison? I made him repeat it twice and verified that it was right according to their records. So, my memory could be faulty. But that won’t matter when the judge decides the death penalty for my error. Am I using hyperbole here for comic effect? Yes. But I live in Texas. I am going to worry anyway.