No idea how to address an aggressive phone. My fingers are so fat that the smart phone hubby gave me refused to recognize my password, I use a flip phone and turn it off.
I have a “sneeze” as my text alert, but my ring tone is a jaunty rendition of “Sweet Home Alabama.” Alabama has no significance for me, and, in fact, I’ve never been there. But I fell in love with the song several years ago (nine?) when I saw a YouTube rendition of it by the Leningrad Cowboys. They were accompanied by the Soviet Army Chorus, and I could never NOT listen to them.
I don’t have a password on my phone. I don’t go a lot of places, and my phone is usually in my bag if I’m going or coming, since NV has a “hands-free” law. I just got used to not answering it while I drive.