Again, I'm using the "it was an experiment!" excuse, but only for the first half of this tale. I wanted to see what options there were to adopt a child in The Sims 2 (yes, the image above is from The Sims 3), so I called up the adoption agency and noticed that there was no way to hang up. It was forcing me to adopt. I adopted the oldest child I could, because the next part of my plan... it was dark.
The van shows up, drops the kid off, and I freeze time--building a square around the kid. The parents walked outside to meet their new son, but he was nowhere to be found. There was a weird monolith, though, and they stood beside it, crying. Inside the box the boy cried, too. They all cried. And then he died, and appeared in a grave in the back yard, and then the parents went to it and cried, and refused to leave, and eventually died. I felt like a monster.