There is a time for stupendous silliness in hospice work as I have mentioned before. Some days are beyond stressful for any number of reasons, and a good belly laugh is the best way to release some of that. I was sitting at a nurses' station calling a mortuary to arrange a pickup on one such day, late in the afternoon. The somewhat disinterested answering service operator was droning throught the necessary questions. As she asked, "Name of the pronouncing doc?" I heard a sound and looked up to behold exactly that doc, white coat and all, being rolled past the nursing station in a wheeled Geri-chair (a kind of recliner) by one of the nurses. The doc was reclined back, gazing straight ahead, legs extended and feet crossed at the ankle. I am sure that the answering service operator wondered why I snorted in such an undignified way before answering the question; it was all I could do not to laugh out loud. The nurse had been rolling the chair to put it away, and the doc had apparently popped into it; this nurse, who has a marvelous deadpan, simply kept on going.