When I read cenobyte's commentary on the pigeon picture, I was very angry, because it made me cry. I'm thinking to myself, "What the hell, cenobyte, there's not enough pain and sadness in the world that you have to share your story about an expiring pigeon? What did I do to you?" Then I spent the day with people I love very much... I came back to this, read her story, and cried again. I'm not angry anymore, (not that that matters to anybody). I am sorry that the pigeon died, but I think it was lucky to have someone to hold it close as it left.