This story was handed down from the "gold old days" and involved an ambulance driver from one of the local private services. They got a call for a "DOA" and went to the house where the patient was in fact dead. Of course back then, 25 or so years ago, pre hospital people were not allowed to make this decision. So, the crew tried to diplomatcally prepare the family for the bad news. The wife of the deceased kept asking if her husband was dead, and the crew kept telling her that they had no authority to make that decision. However, the wife wouldn't give up. So, in exasperation, the "ambulance driver" said, "Look, lady, I can't tell you he's dead, but if I were you, I wouldn't get him anything for Christmas that I couldn't return."
(From the "Rest" of RHF)