Harold's wife answered the phone at work to hear her husband of 37 years tell her, "Angel, I just walked out of the doctor's office. That physical you have been after me to get couldn't have come out any worse. He tells me I won't live to see the sun come up in the morning. Baby, I am dying... today is my last day."

"Baby, what do you want to do?" she asked.

"I want to make love with you now, and as often as I can until it is all over."

"Honey, I am on my way home."

He was waiting for her when she walked in, and attacked her. It happened again shortly before lunch. And again at 2:45 that afternoon.

He mobbed her in the kitchen at 5:20 while she was preparing dinner. And again shortly before 8:00.

She was removing her makeup in the bathroom shortly before 11 pm when the urge overcame him again.

They made it to bed a bit after midnight. At 1:50 that morning, he woke her up again, only to hear:

"Harold! Leave me alone. You don't have to get up in the morning!"