Drip, drip, drip. Slowly the container fills. A wheel is about to be set into motion. Eeeek, glub, pfffft. In the twinkling of an eye it will be over. An elaborate plan to be sure, but somehow simple, elegant, foolproof. We all have to pee and that, ultimately, will lead to his cleverly crafted demise. You say, "What can I do? This doesn't affect me.". Oh, doesn't it? You explain to the family, the wife and mother, the hundreds of little bouncers flitting about with unbridled excitement. You tell them why daddy isn't coming home. Sure, go ahead and have another glass of water or, perhaps, iced tea. Go ahead and look forward to that commercial break. Mark my words, it will be on your hands as you finally zip up.