"Doctor's given me six months Jeff, but I've come to terms with it."
"Sorry to hear that mate."
A couple of minutes later Ron was drinking his pint of bitter alone whilst Jeff sat by three fellow middle-aged men in an animated conversation about rugby, males do not like to dwell on mortality!
Ron stared gloomily into space at the bar and then departed. His pint was only half drunk. How many more drinks will he have here and will his final pint be left half full? A sad memento indeed.