Back when YouTube used to have these sorts of things my favourite content to consume was family vlog divorces because they were predictable as a billiards table.

Each would culminate in a cacophony of blubbering, sniffling, whining, wheezing and crying as the video danced effortlessly from excuse to excuse, deflecting any culpability for the degradation of the relationship.

Or, they were akin to watching a trauma victim shambling around a wartorn field in search of their missing arm. Ethereal, vacant platitudes and mumbling affirmations to the channel, or maybe a shout out to a sponsor however sullen its announcement may seem.