Not a work story, but when I was married to my first husband, his father had serious heart problems and very poor health. His cholesterol was sky high and he was super obese. One day while he was at work, he started having chest tightness and pain. He has his buddy drive him to the hopital, but not before stopping at a coney island to get a Coney (for those not from Detroit its a hot dog, with chilli, nacho cheese, and onion on it) and fries. He was seriously sitting there eating them, when the Dr came into the room to check him out. Leads on his chest and everything.