Years ago, when I first married Grumpy, he suffered terribly from cold and sinus ailments. He was a coffee fiend, so I would concoct a drink of bourbon, coffee, and little butterscotch candies from England that were covered in powdered sugar. The candies soothed his throat, the coffee settled his nerves, and the bourbon did its voodoo on him. I wish I could find those candies today, as he has been hacking and coughing and horking so much, lately.
Life is hard. Death is easy.