The End has come…and gone: or, 10/13, after the fact

To Whom It Is Of No Concern,

The 13th of October is a positively lovely date. The very idea (and, now, the memory) of the date falling on a Friday fills me with an indescribable joy that simply can not be described.

My head was so filled with the concerns of the day that it was not until long after the fact (and therefore, as it turns out, too late) that I realized i’d neglected something important.

Fortunately, it wasn’t Mabel’s birthday I had forgotten. (At the very least, I suspect, this shows that I still have some of my priorities straight, or, perhaps, not as obviously deviated as the rest of them.)

Rather, it was the fate of the Baudelaires I’d neglected to attend to. While it fills me with joy that so many have decided to partake in The End of their misery (or, perhaps, only the beginning…), it positively rankles in my blood that no one thought to leave me a copy.

Ah, well. Revenge, after all, is a dish best served cold. And it is very cold…

-an Open Letter to the Public and Other Things At Large from a Mysterious Figure In The Shadows Who May Or May Not Have A Tattoo Of An Eye On His Ankle