Our approach to raising children has changed as well, as parents who allowed kids to play largely unsupervised from dawn to the dinner bell have yielded to "helicopter parents" who are afraid to allow their children to roam free, because of perceived safety concerns.
Of course, it is nothing new to mourn the dead in music and I can remember in schooldays at Neath Grammar, a gentle, instructive lesson on the funeral Mass given by music master John Hopkin Jones, who that day sat with fingers poised over the piano keyboard ready to illustrate the solemnity of the great Mass in B Minor, then the St Matthew Passion and every other Requiem he could fit in before the dinner bell rang.
While there are certainly merits to not rushing a nice rack of ribs while the dinner bell rings, there aren't any when your defence minister gets it in his head to be serene and spasm-free in the face of good advice, particularly when it comes to this country's veterans.
In this case, when a male harlequin bug finds food, he releases an aggregation pheromone to alert others to aggregate, or gather, and feast-like ringing the dinner bell.