For he was a jolly good fellow.

May we have a moment of silence for our deceased coffee maker. We've had some good times with you coffee maker. I remember the time Mother Teresa mixed her expensive coffee in with our crappy Folgers just so we all could have Creme Brulee coffee. The receptionist refused to use anything other than Folgers so Mother T had to sneak it in the Folgers canister. Oh Mother Teresa, I know you too will miss the coffee maker. I remember the day we got you from Office Depot and how welcomed you were in to our little group. I remember how you got to have a day off every now and then when our receptionist was late or out sick because none of us ever bothered to learn how to work you. We would curse those days and the missing receptionist because we were caffeine deprived. I hope the receptionist did not murder you to get out of making coffee. We have often suspected her of abuse and now it is too late. Now you will have to go to the great coffee maker graveyard with all the others that have served us in the past. Farewell, coffee maker.

K