My first wife had a cheap loud rooster clock in the kitchen that crowed on every hour. If I happened to be standing anywhere near it when it crowed it would scare the bejeezes out of me. I hated that thing. When the battery died I told her it was broken. Fortunately, she believed me… so gullible was she. When she passed away it was the first thing I threw away!
Stop whining…. start living!