So, kind of a funny story:
One of my sisters called me and said that she needed to talk to me in person. So I hoped on a bus and went over to her apartment. When I got there she told me she had an abortion, and she was telling me in case of a medical emergency. It was only when my (now) BIL got home and asked why I was there did we click on the fact that I was wearing a Dying Fetus shirt.