1-2 times a year his secretary makes a list of patients who have died, and moves their charts from the front shelves to a box in the storage room.
Yesterday I was talking to Mr. Patient in my office, when Pissy's secretary wandered past my door behind him. She was struggling with a pile of charts, and looked like she might drop one at any minute.
Being a gentleman (or at least trying) I stopped talking to Mr. Patient and called out, "Hey, do you need a hand with those?"
Pissy's secretary said "No, I'm okay. I'm just putting a bunch of dead people in a box."
Mr. Patient looked startled, to say the least.