From an email to my siblings in 2003 as we comforted my dying brother:
“I found a great deal on music and picked up Fleetwood Mac Rumors, Grateful Dead, Gunz-n-Roses and (no facetious remarks from you jaded jerks) a very soothing recording of ocean waves washing up on a lovely beach somewhere.”
A reply from one of my siblings:
“I can hear the sweet sounds of the waves tumbling over the rocks now. Why not get him some Yanni? That would prompt a melodious soothing slumber. Maybe tape Zamfir and his Pan Flute against the ocean background…or Kenny G.?”
My brother would have loved the joke. We should have told him.