R.I.P. iPod, 2001-2006

It finally happened.
My iPod made a face.
The face of death.
That face to the left.
There is no hope. No cure. It's dead.
Rest in peace, little iPod, with your click-wheel and 5mb of storage. At your peak, you held 1,037 of the finest songs known to me.
Your service was commendable.
I will miss you, little buddy.