On Sunday afternoon while heating up some garlic biscuits the microwave died. He made a buzzing noise and then a frying noise and that was it. It was sudden, it was unexpected, it was tragic. We of the family Stewart are dealing with this great loss.
That's him before the coroner came.
During the autopsy.
And me beginning the mourning process.
Dave the Microwave had been with us since the summer Mom was pregnant with John. He was a gift from Grandma Renton (aka Big Momma). He is survived by Rhonda the Toaster and best friend Kel the Fridge. We appreciate your thoughts in this difficult time.
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