Hear hear. Better to look slightly foolish than to be dead. My father died of a heart attack at the age of 52. He'd never had any signs of heart problems at all - was a slim built, active man - had given up smoking at least a decade before, drank sensibly, ate sensibly. The last person you'd expect to have heart problems. Unfortunately, his very first heart attack was also his last heart attack. Mum was away on a residential course and not at home, he felt ill. All we know is that he felt ill enough to phone his mother and she was concerned enough to get a taxi to go to check up on him. It was the taxi driver she chatted to on the way that picked up on the symptoms and radioed for an ambulance to meet them there. The ambulance crew (or police, I'm not sure which) had to smash in a window to get inside the house but they got there too late. I'll always wonder how different things would have been if he'd dialled 999 rather than my grandmother. I repeat. Better stupid than dead.