I was in hospital at the beginning of this year for a month or so and at the time didn't realise how ill I was. I met a man in the same ward as myself who had a heart so full of joy he made everyone around him feel happy when he was in their company. We became close friends and my wife and I visited him when I got out of hospital. He developed a taste for traditional ballads and asked me to sing him a couple. He said, If I could sing like that I'd sing all the time. I don't feel like singing right now as the lump in my throat hurts. I was at his funeral today. His wife gave me a message from him. Keep singing, 'cos your looks wont get you into heaven. (always the joker) But after reading all of this thread I've decided I will keep on singing. Thanks Mick, I guess I just needed to share my feelings. Your stories touched a nerve. I think mudcatters are BIG softies....KEEP SINGING. Yum Yum.