Once upon a time a razor company invited George Bernard Shaw to shave his famous beard.
He responded with a postcard....
I shall never shave, for the same reason that I started a beard, and for the reason my father started his.
I remember standing at his side, when I was five, while he was shaving for the last time.
"Father," I asked, "Why do you shave?"
He stood there for a full minute and finally looked down at me.
"Why the hell do I?" he said.
(via futility closet