Andy held a fist to his mouth and sniffled.  He wiped away a tear and said dramatically, “Why?  Why, Dwight?”  His voice wavered as he said, “Dwight was a good man.  My best friend in the office.  He got taken too soon.  I mean, if you think about it, Creed should have been the first to go, he’s like… a hundred and two or something crazy like that.”

When Andy went back to his desk, he took a quick gander at his lovely specimen of a girlfriend.  She seemed to be taking it pretty hard.  Even harder than when Sprinkles died.  It warmed Andy’s heart to know that she was grieving on his behalf.