When Michael had first heard, he thought it was a joke. He mugged for the camera and laughed. “Oh yeah, sure, okay, ma’am. What, did Dwight [laughs] did he fall into a lake? Or wait, I know! He-he died from ‘total idiot’s’ disease.”
“It was a car accident, sir.”
“Oh yeah, okay.” Michael looked up at the camera and silently laughed while he pointed to the phone.
“I’m sorry, sir, but Mr. Schrute really is dead. He died just before the ambulance got him here.”
Michael’s smile faltered and fear clouded his eyes as he glanced over at Dwight’s vacant desk. “No… he, he can’t be. Dwight can’t die. He’s not dead.”
“Sir, he can and he is. I’m sorry.”
The tears stung Michael’s eyes as he shooed away the camera men and turned his chair to stare out the window. Regret flooded through him. Sorrow. He buried his head in his hands and he silently wept for the friend that he could never get back.