Barney died at the Howard Johnson in Detroit.

I forgot to mention something about our overnight stay in Detroit that we had to pay for but shouldn't have. (Thank you, U.S. Airways.) When we got into our room we noticed a dark splatter on one of the far walls that we completely thought was the remnants of blood from someone being shot. Upon closer inspection we discovered that said 'blood' was dark purple - to which Ryan announced, "Barney was capped in our hotel room!" Genius, my husband. Pure genius.

P.S. I'm not at all bashing this particular Howard Johnson as other than the aforementioned Barney blood splatter remnants everything was clean and orderly, and the staff were easy to deal with. Do not fear staying there. I'm sure in reality the purple splatter was the result of a small child with some kind of food, paint, or any other number of gooey, purple substances that don't come off of white wall paint with ease. And having stayed at the Howard Johnson gave us an opportunity to joke the rest of the week about the HoJo's line from Just Married, which we'd watched with my brother the night before our horrible endeavor in getting back to California began.