A day or two after Halloween (circa 1992) I was cleaning house when I got the hiccups. I tried water, holding my breath, the spoonful of sugar, all the remedies I could think of to make them go away. An hour later they were still there when I finished up the bedroom and was heading to the kitchen. My husband jumped out at me with a Halloween mask of a creepy old man and scared me. I screamed, started hitting him and then started crying. In the middle of my screaming at him he says "Are your hiccups gone?" I said "What?" and he said "Are your hiccups gone?" I started hitting him again yelling "You scared the $hit out of me over %$#& hiccups?" Needless to say he's never tried to scare me again.