I lost Ed Truck... and it feels like somebody took my heart and dropped it into a bucket of boiling tears... and at the same time, somebody else is hitting my soul in the crotch with a frozen sledgehammer... and then a third guy walks in and starts punching me in the grief bone... and I'm crying, and nobody can hear me, because I'm terribly, terribly... terribly alone.
Jan: So, I wanted to let you know that we lost Ed Truck. Michael: Oh-kay, let me see if I have his cell. Is this the only reason you are calling Jan or does somebody miss me? Jan: Michael, Ed died over the weekend. Michael: Oh, wow.