Free agency is dead. Unknown cadavers are iced down, waiting to be popped open. The cremains are dumped into sentimental settings. Organs are pulsating inside of their new perfect match. Skin has been pasted and is clinging to a new set of bones. Teams have stopped signing players to new contracts. They are sitting still and waiting until after the 2018 NFL Draft is completed so they can sew up the rest of the holes with players dying to get added to another roster.
Hundreds of contracts were given out. These were good, bad, or perfectly fine.