The Squirrel is in a graveyard, holding a garishly yellow umbrella over his head. It's dark and cloudy. The squirrel is standing at a fresh grave. Written on it is "IE6".
Standing there, looking down at the grave, I realized two things. Firstly, that I'd never really liked Six to begin with, so coming all the way here to stare at the grave was a tremendous waste of my time. And my bus fare. That was a whole freaking dollar. How do they keep justifying these rate hikes? Secondly, my umbrella was the most hideous shade of yellow possible. Was I on prescription painkillers when I bought this? Nobody in the Northwest uses the blasted things anyway. Goodbye, Six, and good riddance.