Conspiracy

The brothers Grosdidier are the farthest thing from gentle souls, but as EMTs, they’re the closest thing The Park has to doctors. Living together in the state of chaotic disarray that is the bachelor's birthright, they little suspect the fate that others are preparing for them.
"FOUR BROTHERS, FOUR MEN born one each year for four sequential years, before their parents figured out how babies were made and Took Steps. They were named, in order, Matthew, Mark, Luke and Peter, because their mother refused to burden a child with the homonym for toilet, upon which her loud, rowdy and profane brother had just congratulated her. Her husband, a faithful Presbyterian who disliked his brother-in-law anyway, remonstrated that this upset the gospellian design decided on before the birth of their first son, but she remained obstinate. They compromised on Peter, upon being informed of which her brother then spake aloud and at length on euphemisms for male genitalia, until Peter’s father had more than words with his brother-in-law in the alley out back of the Ahtna General Hospital. A faithful Presbyterian, he wasn’t a pacifist.
The brothers were equal in height (five ten), similar in color of eye and hair (dark brown), and steadfastly united in fraternal loyalty, in part because their parents had died young, drowning when their fishing boat went down off Hinchinbrook Island. Matt had just turned eighteen and so was able to take responsibility for his three brothers, thereby keeping the family together. Exercise of in loco parentis authority was brought to bear, like father like son, mainly with Matt’s fists. It was also conducted in private, which explained why no piece of furniture brought into the family home by their parents survived."