Yakov was on his death bed, breathing his last.

His family had
gathered around him.

Through half-closed eyes and a barely audible
voice he asked, "Mama --- you here?"

"Yes, Papa."

"Sammy --- you here?"

"Yes, Papa."

"Isadore --- you here?"

"Yes, Papa."

"Rosalie --- you here?

"Yes, Papa."

Rachel --- you here?"

"Yes, Papa."

With his face purple with rage, and struggling to his elbows, the old
man shouted, "Well, who's watching the store?"