Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.... Hm. I wonder what the scientific formula for that is...

Ok, so can we be serious for a moment? I would like to take some time out to mourn my career as a scientist.

"Oh, prosperous career. We hardly knew yee, for you were crushed underneath my shoe and spit on before you even started to crawl. Your beginnings were decent, starting out small, showing promise. However, things then took a turn for the worse, sending you to the hospital. As time progressed, you were sent to the intensive care unit, going into a coma sometime around March 2004. The doctors didn’t think you would make it. Even if you did recover, you would never be able to lead a normal life. I decided it would be best to just pull the plug, leaving you at rest. However, they wouldn’t let me, and in September, they dragged your lifeless corpse up, trying to reanimate you. They dragged you through the mud; unable to let go and realize it was time to lay you to rest. Now, in February 2005, I have fully accepted the fact that you died in June of 2004. However, unable to bury your poor dead corpse, I am forced to drag you along, stinking up the physics class as I sit there trying to ignore the wretched stench. Why cannot they accept you are gone? Why can't they let me lay you to rest and put an end to my suffering? Why won't they admit you are dead?"

I have.

And I couldn't be happier.