When I was a pre-schooler, my mom told me that you weren't allowed to ride a motorcycle or get tattoos unless your mother was dead.
One day, outside the grocery store I saw a big, tough looking dude covered in tats, straddling the loudest motorcycle ever. Damned it 5 year old me didn't go up to him and ask, "Hey. Is your mom dead?"
Dude looked at me and said, "Yeah."
And I was shocked that my mom was right.