Which brings to mind the dying words: “More porn, more porn !”
Saying which I’ll do something shaming and quote what I wrote elsewhere [ Digg, a million years ago ]:
The strong old man, wasted but still virile in spirit, raises his withered hand commandingly and beckons to his eldest son as the crowd of women and lawyers weep uncontrollably, covering their faces with aprons and handkerchiefs. The sturdy son dutifully kneels beside the white sheets, waiting for his father’s hand in benediction.
“No time for that, my boy,” the rasping voice cracked, “John, go to that coffer and withdraw the great ivory box.” The troubled man took the tiny golden key and with difficulty carried the box to his waiting father, then gasped as he unlocked the lid and saw…
“Yes,” croaked the dying man, “that is the great 100 Terrabyte SSD drive bought by my great-grandfather. He partially-filled it with the finest porn money could then buy; as did his son, and his son, and as did I. You now have trust of this great treasure that has made our family what it is: use it wisely and add to it’s store; share the contents with all, yet never let it leave your possession. And now, if it pleases you, take the blessing of an old, tired man.”
Reverently, he knelt again, and the elder’s left hand rested upon his temple in benediction, then lay limp as the death-rattle shivered all who hearkened, and the other hand ceased that frantic non-stop jig beneath the coverlet.