... but by all means carry on. You complete bastards. I've got some meetings coming up next week, and I fully expect people to be talking to me in a soft sad voice, heads tilted slightly on one side like in that Friends episode with Tom Selleck where his wife's died. I did like the "you don't stop loving an unhinged mongrel just because it's sick on the new carpet" line though, very funny.
I took a GINORMOUS bunch of flowers over to my mum's today to try and make up for the tree incident - I think it's okay, as it wasn't mentioned once. Did have the following great conversation with my dad though - proof that no-one in my family ever feels over-burdened by the need to listen properly to anyone else:
ME: Sorry about my trousers, got splashed by someone driving through a puddle on the way here.
DAD: (interested) Was it a van?
ME: Um, no, it was a hearse.
DAD: Tch. Women drivers.
I never did find out.
Marvellous little pop-up/animated video on the Sad Little Stars site, called 'Don't Fuck With Love' - you'll need to tinker about a bit to find it, but it's worth it - very good.