Now we put to rest our fallen friend fad and family member the tomagatchi. You led such an inspiring life from hatching to growing into an amorphic blob to a slighly more human form to plant thingy and so on. It never seems right when "god" calls back one so young, you lived only 14 hours and yet in that time we grew so close, I fed you bathed you, pushed that button that had the weights on it and repeated until boredom set in. I then put you to sleep and lost you between the couch cusions for a couple of weeks. Oh Tom(as you were so cleverly named) your absence will leave a giant hole in my heart, that is until I find a paper clip that I can use to press the reset button and get a new egg like thingy. Why did "god" have to press the reset button on you so young? and what were you trying to tell me with your archaic symbols? I never did understand you and now you're gone
here we put to rest the beloved Pen15 club, you were a great club at first with your original 15 founding members(ha, unintentional pun) Dick, Harry, Rod, Peter, the chinese student Wang, Willy, and the rest. Those first few men were trail blazers spreading their message around the globe on wrists walls and specifically bathroom stalls. I know many a women who will mourn the loss of the Pen15. and if not for some very unusual copyright missunderstandings with the Pen Island company you would probably still be alive today
