The dayjob I ended up in (HM Coastguard) means occasionally having to deal with what is known as 6th Sense (Icy dead people). A few years ago I attended an inquest in Portsmouth. As I got in the lift, the deceased canoeists family got in the lift after me. Trying to be suitably respectful and sombre, I failed miserably when pressing the button for the floor where the inquest was to be held. Schindlers Lifts is a GREAT way to ruin the impression of a grown-up I was trying to convey.