An older gentleman was on the working desk awaiting surgical procedure,
and he insisted that his son, a famend surgeon, carry out the operation.
As he was about to get the anesthesia he requested to talk to his son.
“Sure Dad, what’s it?”
“Don’t be nervous, son; do your finest and simply keep in mind, if it doesn’t go nicely,
if one thing occurs to me… your mom goes to return and dwell with you and your spouse.”