A 'pakcik' came through the emergency room.
The teenage daughter was screaming, "Ayah! Ayah!".
The doctor did the CPR on the 'pakcik'.
The 'pakcik' was not responsive.
The doctor stopped.
"Ayah!" the girl dropped to the floor.
The 'pakcik' was pronounced dead by the doctor.
The wife was crying.
And everybody else in the room was stunned.

I could not imagine myself watching my father die. Not when I'm not ready, not suddenly like that.

On a lighter note,

For several years, a man was having an
affair with an Italian woman. One
night, she confided in him that she was
pregnant.

Not wanting to ruin his reputation or
his marriage, he paid her a large sum
of money if she would go to Italy to
secretly have the child. If she stayed
in Italy to raise the child, he would
also provide child support until the
child turned 18.

She agreed, but asked how he would know
when the baby was born. To keep it
discrete, he told her to simply mail
him a post card, and write 'Spaghetti'
on the back. He would then arrange for
the child support payments to begin.
One day, about 9 months later, he came
home to his confused wife.

'Honey,' she said, 'you received a very
strange post card today.'

'Oh, just give it to me and I'll
explain it later,' he said. The wife
obeyed and watched as her husband read
the card, turned white, and fainted.

On the card was written: 'Spaghetti,
Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti,
Spaghetti. Three with meatballs, two
without. Send extra sauce.'