Holidays? What? Like when you were at school? Or if you work in a bank?
Holidays?
No.
The family are gathered around "Old Windie Workaholic's" deathbed paying their final respects.
Son:(Kneeling at his Father's deathbed) Any final words of advice for me Dad?
Father: (Gasp) Yes, son... (gasp)
Son: (Tearfully) What are they Dad?
Father: (Wheeze, gasp) I wish I hadn't worked so much ... and had spent more time ... doing things with you and the family.
Son: (Welling up even more) Don't fret yourself Dad.
Father: (Wheeze, gasp, rattle, oblivion)
Son: (Bows his head, lets go his father's hand and feels the hot tears behind his eyelids.)