Goodbye, Mr. Coffee. You made good brews for at least 20 years, yet I don't even recall where and how you came into my kitchen. Today you finally stopped working and based on the sounds you made, I thought you were about to explode. So in the short term I will bring out my old French press, finish off my tea cabinet, and consider what comes next. Mr. Coffee, as it turns out, you are an existential metaphor for my life right now. I'll say a prayer for you as I toss you unceremoniously into the garbage bin. Don't fret - we all wind up there eventually.