A letter from my sister:
Tim,
I am afraid that I have some sad news to report. Your beloved wall clock, the one you always berate me for hanging on the bathroom wall, sadly, has chosen to end its life. I was washing up for bed in the bathroom, at least 3 feet from the wall it hung upon, when I was startled by a loud crash. I turned around sharply, and saw that the clock had leapt from the wall and shattered upon the tile floor. I can only assume that it, like you, felt that it deserved a better station in life than to hang upon my bathroom wall, day in, and day out; the agony must have become overwhelming to the point where it could no longer bear the monotony, and it decided to put an end to its suffering. Alas, it did not even have a name. The time of death was 11:28 p.m., as read from its own shattered and disfigured face. A moment of silence, please.....
Your beloved and melodramatic sister,
Corri
