"I used to manage my big brother's finances—he was a bass player in a country band. We were planning together to buy him a bigger house when he was diagnosed with cancer four years ago. He called me and said, "little brother, I don't think I'm going to need that bigger house, as I'm not going to live long enough, so can we get a 6-speed DB-9 instead?" We drove one home 18 hours later, and the next day he called to say, "...every day for the past 3 or 4 weeks I've woken up and…"
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