It was noon. I was looking forward to firing up the ol’ Xbox 360 to finish the last boss of Gears of War (General RAAM), when to my horror the Red Ring Of Death appeared. I stared at it in amazement for about five seconds, steeled myself, and walked into the other room where Robert was at his computer, merrily typing and instant messaging.
“Robert, I have some bad news…” I approached him slowly. He didn’t seem as concerned as I expected him to be at hearing about bad news being at hand, but I put my hand on his shoulder and told him solemnly, “We have the Red Ring of Death.” He stared for a moment, not comprehending the severity of the situation.
“Oh.” He was obviously crushed. I put my arms around his shoulders and gave him a hug, “It’ll be okay, Robert. It lived a long, happy life.” Then I turned and walked out.
It will be missed, surely. But shed no tears for us, for in a few weeks’ time it will be born anew and we shall call it…. Hedwig.
