I think that would make for a great comedic back story.... My wife died of cancer. Before she died she was in a lot of pain and really suffering in the hospital but even through the agony and tears of it all she told me her dying wish was that I come on Britain's Got Talent and perform for the nation her favourite joke. Anyway, a man walks into a clock shop, whips out his knob and puts it on the counter. The girl behind the counter says, "Excuse me sir, this is a clock shop, not a cock shop." So the man says, "No worries, just put two hands and a face on this then."