Kenny went to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist had written many books. "How can I help you? What's your problem?" the psychiatrist asked. Kenny said, "I have only one problem. But it's a big one. I hate my life. I'm tired of living. I'm tired of everything. Nothing is fun. Everything is work. Getting out of bed is work. Peeling a banana is work. Blowing my nose is work. All I want to do is sleep. I want to sleep forever. I can't take it anymore. I want to check out. I want to end it all. Maybe you can help me." The psychiatrist asked, "Help you what?" Kenny said, "Help me check out. Don't you understand? Am I being unclear? I wish I was dead. I wish I was dead. I wish I was dead." The psychiatrist corrected him. "I wish I WERE dead," he said. "You too?" Kenny asked.