husband was a chef, and he was firm believer in tasting his creations. He lived for butter and cream, and meat drippings and the like. His diet appalled me.
When he died, I had (according to his wishes) an autopsy done. His coronary arteries were as clean and slick as a whistle. Only thing I can figure is that there was so much grease in his bloodstream that nothing stuck, LoL.
When I envisioned that, I imagined him looking down and smirking at me.
I don't even want to think about the state of my vascular plumbing, and I eat a fairly good diet