because I have got six crusaders with me, and they get sweaty when you leave them out too long, and their gilded eyelashes keep on scraping against the inside of their iron veils, and their value depreciates.
You could at least make an effort! You could at least brush of the dust and shine the surface. If you're tired, stretch your legs! If you're depressed, get a hobby.
What's the best way to grieve an acquanitance? Cry until his closer friends stop crying? Or say nothing, and attempt, quietly, to understand what they miss most.
I am sorry, sorry for the people I love, and his three kids.