This past summer on a subway train packed with sweaty tired people, so packed you couldn't fall down if you tried, I and thousands of others were horrified when the train stopped between stations and sat. The conductor announced a medical emergency on the train ahead which in MTA terms means a minimum half hour delay. Amid the grumblings, cursing, etc. I announced "You have all died and gone to hell! Deal with it!" There was instant laughter, several translations for the non-English speaking, and then, miracle of miracles, conversation and commiseration. i was very pleased with myself.