Help Me, Help You

The only thing keeping his friends from happiness... is him.


A doctor discovers that he has only 6 months to live. He decides to make a list of 6 friends whose lives he will improve by effecting some match-making and career and personality changes, before he is gone. The more he realizes that his matchmaking is futile and his friends are worse off, the harder he tries to help. He can’t stand it that his friends are merely happy, he wants them happier, at any cost, to them, of course. Now the friends are trying to get him. Since he is dying he shouldn’t care, right? Or should he?