My wife is such a saint (literally, not like the team that got handled last night). I stay up watching football and drinking and injecting pots, at 5:30 the elderly neighbors' house CATCHES FIRE. She goes and helps them (they got out themselves immediately thankfully) sets them up in the living room, helps them contact everyone they need to, gets them breakfast and lets me sleep through the entire thing like an oblivious, hungover asshole. Literally the only disturbance I got was her coming in at around 7 to warn me that they would be in the living room when I got up. It's not like she doesn't have to work today too.
Feel bad for the neighbors, but glad they're safe. House had a lot of damage on the top floor, so they won't be able to live there for a while. Their family is headed here now to get them to a hotel for the time being.