Goodbye Grey Poupon

I have to be honest - it doesn’t feel right posting today. I contemplated a moratorium on posting out of respect for the loss that I - that we, that humanity - is feeling right now. But I know that thousands of you (ok, six of you) are counting on me to be a beacon of strength in this difficult time. Typically, I handle death well, as my upbringing has taught me that when someone special dies, it is the responsibility of those who cared for that person not to mourn a death, but to celebrate a life.

But in this case, I’m afraid that I’m just too sad. We have lost an icon and there must be time to grieve. I can not write any more on the subject, for fear that I will lose control. My sadness is too great and the hole in my soul too deep. I can only muster a goodbye to someone who has touched so many of our lives in such important ways.

Farewell, Grey Poupon Man. May you have all the dijon mustard that your heart desires in the Rolls-Royce that is heaven. We shall miss you, Sweet Prince. We…shall…miss you.