I think it's fair to say that Jack is desperate to get us into a house as soon as possible (in other words, Our Little Tax Deduction isn't pulling his weight). So he found us a mortgage/real estate person whose office is in the back of a mortuary. The door's real wide, presumably so a coffin can fit through, and there are often people crying out front. It seems like an extreme way to get new real estate listings, but when it comes to house hunting in a town like this, I think you really need someone with that kind of competitive edge.