Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau are two of my favourite actors. Separate or working together in the same film, they made whatever movie they were in watchable, even if everything else in the movie wasn't.
Matthau died in 2000. Lemmon died a year later.
When Walter Matthau died, Jack Lemmon appeared on the Larry King Show and reported to the world how he found out that his dear friend had passed. Lemmon was "on the throne" as he put it, when his wife entered the bathroom, put her arms around him, kissed him, and told him that Matthau was dead. All very sweet.
The point I am trying to make is that I don't want anyone disturbing me when I am "on the throne". It is a time when I do not want to be bothered by what is going on in the world outside. I am single minded in my purpose, and my resolve is to do what I am there to do, period. And, of course, the job isn't finished until the "paper work" is done.
Walter Matthau would only have been dead an additional 2 or 3 minutes had Jack Lemmon's wife waited until he (Lemmon) had finished in the bathroom. Dead is dead. She could then have wrapped her arms around him and kissed him etc. as much as she wanted to, without having disturbed this most sacred of daily rituals. Rather than be a loving, devoted wife, she invaded his privacy, and I would not tolerate, brook, or allow, such a flagrant disregard for my privacy. Neither would any man.
Patricia? Honey? I keep the bathroom door shut and locked for a reason. It is because whatever you or anyone else wants to tell me can wait a few moments. When you hear the flush, and I walk out the door, tell me whatever you want. But not until. Just a heads up. Nothing to worry about. Still love you.