One of our semi regular patients when I worked at a psych hospital typically went off his meds when with his dad (dad said he didn’t need the meds, just more Jesus and prayer). Anyway, long story short, one time dad got him to stop his meds, and in his ensuing paranoid delusional state killed his dad, with a gardening hoe. I remember saying, that’s why you don’t mess around with them hoes. Never have I made more people start busting out laughing while giving me death glares.