There is a silly story about a man who went to his doctor complaining about terrible neck pains, throbbing headaches and recurring dizzy spells. The doctor examined him and said, "I’m afraid I have some bad news for you. You have only six months to live."

The doomed man decided he would spend his remaining time on earth enjoying himself. He quit his job, bought a sports car, and a closet full of new suits and shoes.

Then he went to get himself a dozen tailored shirts. He went to the finest shirt shop he could find. The tailor measured him and wrote down, "size l6 neck."

"Wait a moment," the man interrupted. "I always wear a size l4 neck, and that is what I want."

"I’d be glad to do it for you, sir," the tailor replied. "However, if you wear a size l4 neck I can guarantee you that you’r…