It was a slip of pink that shall never be remembered. A fleeting thought, a momentary distraction, a flash of color in the otherwise dull landscape of life.
But now it's gone, lost to the void of forgetfulness. We gather here to mourn its passing, to weep and to wail.
But do not be sad, for in its place, we have the memories of its existence. Memories of a slip of pink that was truly one of a kind.