Steve, so sorry about your dad.


On the lightening up note:

Your second story and the subsequent comments on criteria for the donor organ remind me about a shaggy dog story I once heard, set in Wales, where the man who looked after the level crossing is called Evans, as are many other folk in that place, and our first Evans was being tried for murder, with the whole town anxiously awaiting the outcome. The punch line, delivered when one character is in the shower, was 'they're not hanging level Evans' (with and without a comma after the word 'level' and a capital letter for Level). A joke hard to convey in writing due to punctuation!