Stupid Sam is dead
I discovered this piece of paper in the upstairs hallway. This is sad news indeed. In the midst of all the hectic packing, we must all take a moment to mourn this wretched (if unsurprising) news. I don’t know if I can go on. RIP, Stupid Sam. (Note: those are roses which he clutches to his breast, I am sure, and not lollipops as one of my children mistakenly surmised).