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.