What does the pink panther sing when dancing on an anthill? (You have to sing it to the pink panther theme):
Dead ant
Dead ant
Dead ant, dead ant dead ant…
If it ain’t Boeing, I’m going. 
Maybe the door panel was for access to the outside toilets.
This is James Pembroke in The Oldie discussing the hatred the old and the young have for the middle aged, the Inbetweeners:
Both groups believe they are immortal: the eighty-year-olds often behave as if they have cheated the ferryman; the eighteen-year-olds don’t know who he is. This leads to a wholesale disregard for basic personal safety when, for example, crossing busy roads.
and this, his ultimate conclusion:
Ultimately, they indulge in a selfishness and self-indulgence not seen since Gomorrah’s heyday. My only consolation is that the young will soon be me, and I will soon be the old, desperate to annoy my middle-aged son.
I wasn’t trying to annoy my middle aged son when he visited with his 2 teenagers at Christmas, but I did celebrate his efforts to keep them, and me, happy at the same time. 
I’m afraid that these days such behaviour may suggest IED 
Especially if he added ‘forever’ just as the doors closed behind him.
My neighbours gave us a bottle of that for Xmas