Not long ago a distressed soul sought medical advice because he had popped eyes and a ringing in the ears.
A physician considered the situation and suggested removal of his tonsils. Not content with this procedure, the fellow consulted another physician who suggested removal of his teeth. This radical move was also unappealing, so yet a third opinion was sought.
The third physician told him bluntly, "You've got six months to live."
In that event, the doomed man decided he'd treat himself right while he could. He bought a flashy car, hired a chauffeur, had the best tailor in town make him 30 suits. The he decided that even his shirts would be made-to-order.
"Okay," said the elderly shirt maker, "let's get your measurement. Hmm, 34 sleeve, 16 collar--"
"Fourteen" the man said.
"Sixteen collar," the shirt maker repeated, measuring again.
"But I've always worn a 14 collar," said the man.
"Listen," the shirt maker said, "I'm warning you. "Keep on wearing a 14 collar and your eyes will pop and you'll have ringing in your ears ..."