pork chops and bagels
Reading the wikileak 9/11 pager data, amongst the frantic "Call me urgently. Your Mother" (the mother's were the first to hit the panic button) is this bit of unintentionally light relief:
Hey Honey! Can you bring some bagels when you get back? The pork chop is now crying about the World Trade Center plane crash. Geez! It is scray but no reason to cry. Talk to you later! I love you!
Guess he's not an empath!