For the most part, it was a morning much like any other morning for Larry Birch, master used car salesman and suave, debonaire and studly playboy about town. He spent the first couple of hours going around his office easily convincing the world at hand that he was a master used car salesman and suave, debonaire and studly playboy about town. And the world at hand politely listened, knowing that nothing could be further from the truth but that if they spoke up, their lives would be turned into a living hell by Larry Birch, master used car salesman and suave, debonaire and studly playboy about town.

So when he felt his chest tighten and pain shoot down his left arm during that fatal heart attack late in the morning that was, for the most part, a morning much like any other morning except for the whole heart attack thing, he fell down to the ground as his vision turned to black knowing full well that he would surely be rewarded in the afterlife for being such a master used car salesman and suave, debonaire and studly playboy about town.

He woke up reincarnated as a rawhide bone chew toy lovingly owned and masticated by Wuffles the Third, a fun-loving Great Dane with a minor incontinence problem.