My youngest brother, Gary, who is now 34 holds the world record for consecutive award-winning tantrums. No lie, he pitched ‘em until his voice changed somewhere around thirteen. One Christmas, with all eleven family members gathered in our living room for the celebration of the baby Jesus, he was mortified that he was denied [insert something stupid I don't remember here]. In the middle of the room, he screamed at the top of his lungs that he was going to go to his room until he died. He then stormed off, turned dramatically at the entry and screamed, “IF I LIVE THAT LONG!”.