Oh My God, they Kilkenny!

When we started there were about 20.  During our tenure here at the Orange Grove they broke one by one until we had one left.  The last one survived and survived despite all odds.  Brian and I had plans to destroy it in superb and exciting ways; viking funerals, fire crackers, BB guns, the whole kit and kaboodle.

Well last friday we had a little shindig.  We all feared it would happen.  But still we had hope that it would live to see the grandiose farewell we had planned for it as if it were looking in the face of death and saying "NOT TONIGHT YOU BASTARD!"

Well unfortunately it met its undoing.

Farewell, you were too beautiful for this world.