I went to the hospital recently to visit my coworker and friend, Ralph. He has worked 22 years at the Scout camp and managed to make it through most of the season without any medical issues. Ralph tells me often that if he dies at camp, he'll be "mad as hell" if anyone tries to resuscitate him.
During my visit, one of his I.V. bags drained empty and the machine pumping the fluid started beeping incessantly. Ralph searched the wall for the call button. "Ladies, oh ladies, they're playing my song again. You know the tune. It goes: 'Beep! Beep! Beep!'" He laughed and promised he would see me again soon.
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