Is dead.


It’s not my fault he tipped so easily.
It’s not my fault his cord committed mutiny and set many a trap for passersby.  It’s not my fault he was on sale for seven dollars and forty seven cents and I just had to have him.
It’s not my fault he (so evidently) had a death wish.

So long Franz Ferdifand.  I am hoping your demise does not prompt the Fans to declare world war against me.  Next time I will be sure to purchase a fan with a more reassuring center of gravity.