 I remember about 21 years ago being on holiday, I was on holiday with somebody and I got a phone call that my brother had died. He'd been very ill with an illness called neurofibromatosis and had got steadily worse until he was paraplegic. I remember getting this call that he'd died so I went back quickly to the hospital and he wasn't in fact dead. He was on a life support machine and my mum and my dad and my sister were there. I remember his heart beating incredibly fast, really very, very fast, faster than I think my heart had ever beaten before. It was going so fast that you felt that it must stop or it must break somehow, but it didn't. We were there for about 48 hours and then the people from hospital came along and said to us that your brother has in fact died in the sense that he's brain dead, but his body isn't dead, he's still on a respirator and had he ever considered donating his organs. In fact, he had talked about it before he died and he'd said that he wanted to. We agreed to that and we went away and this was over a new year. We came back I think on the 2nd of January and we went into the office and we asked how it had all gone with him donating his organs. We were told that they couldn't find a coroner on New Year's Day to actually certify him dead, so they couldn't take any of the organs out. I just remember getting really, really, really angry with them. My dad then stepped in and said not to be angry and he just made the point to them, you know, doesn't anybody die on New Year's Day. At that point, very quickly, they got on the telephone and they found out that in fact they had been able to find a coroner and the organs had been obtained successfully. It was just an administrative problem and somebody hadn't told somebody that this is what they'd done. Anyway, those organs were donated to various people and one of them was a really lovely lady called Kimmy who got my brother's liver and without that she would have died and she's gone on to have two very nice children who wouldn't be in the world if she hadn't survived. The moral of this story I think is even if something really, really awful happens, if some little bit of good can come out of it, that that's very important and it's very important that that good does come out.