I had a cousin who, before she died, was clearly the wrong person for the "how are you" question. Her health wasn't that good because she smoked and had emphysema - for real... but THEN she was also a hypochondriac. When she answered that question, it was always in a wheezy, whiny voice and she enumerated huge numbers of ailments. It was bad enough that you would wish for something described in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy regarding Vogon poetry. The poetry was SO bad that your entrails would spontaneously burst from your abdomen and strangle you to death as an act of mercy.