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A bad way to start your day at work is to get a phone call telling you that your uncle has died. Even when the uncle is very old, and is ready for death, and indeed, has said he wants to die, and has even tried to kill himself (just a little). Because even if you're not that sad, you're at work, and you can't even be a little sad. Or even let down that you didn't say goodbye. That he won't be at your wedding. Instead, on your way to the backroom, to make a call about getting a flight down for the funeral, someone will stop you to ask where Jackass is, and you'll point, right there, at the beginning of the "J"s. And the whole night, people will whine about four dollar late fees, or that you're out of Old School, and the only thing you can think about is that your uncle is dead, and for less than $8 an hour you have to pretend to care more about some asshole's expired coupon.