R.I.P. Rupert, the cutest little mini deer in all the land.  I wanted him for Christmas, but after discussing the fate of the once-adorable Knut the polar bear (who went on to be a sex-addicted beast), Molly convinced me that it's probably better this way. His heart was too big for this world and I may never love anything again.

Either way, I'll be taking the afternoon off to mourn.