In my mind's eye, I saw Ryan, a trader, sleeping on the train going in, sleeping on the train going home. Dragging his butt to a late dinner when his kids had already gone to bed.
Mr. Nakagawa may be Japan's worst Finance Minister ever, but that doesn't stop me from taking a moment as he leaves the world stage to bow my head in empathy.
I'm ready for the day when my family is gathered around breakfast table, my wife is rubbing stainless steel paddles together screaming, "CLEAR!" and I'm thinking, "As soon as I'm done with this heart attack, I've got to get back to work."
Trying to make death by overwork acceptable to any society, because survivors are able to get some monetary benefit is ridiculous, repulsive and outrageous.