Dead Collector: Bring out yer dead.
Man with Body: Here's one.
Dead Collector: That'll be ninepence.
Old Man: I'm not dead.
Dead Collector: What?
Man with Body: Nothing. There's your ninepence.
Old Man: I'm not dead.
Dead Collector: 'Ere, he says he's not dead.
Man with Body: Yes he is.
Old Man: I'm not.
Dead collector: He isn't.
Man with Body: Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.
Old Man: I'm getting better.
Man with Body: No you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment.
Dead Collector: Well, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations.
Old Man: I don't want to go on the cart.
Man with Body: Oh, don't be such a baby.
Dead Collector: I can't take him.
Old Man: I feel fine.
Man with Body: Oh, do me a favor.
Dead Collector: I can't.
Man with Body: Well, can you hang around for a couple of minutes? He won't be long.
Dead Collector: I promised I'd be at the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today.
Man with Body: Well, when's your next round?
Dead Collector: Thursday.
Old Man: I think I'll go for a walk.
Man with Body: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Isn't there anything you could do?
Old Man: I feel happy. I feel happy.
[Dead Collector looks up and down the street then hits the old man over the head with his club]
Man with Body: Ah, thank you very much.
Dead Collector: Not at all. See you on Thursday.
Man with Body: Right.
-Monty Python, Monty Python and the Holy Grail
This Monty Python skit is analogous to my relationship with the healthcare industry. Today I'm feeling like the old man/body whom no one listens to.