Sympathetic.

I'm not a big royalty fan. I usually feel that 'our' Queen Beatrix wears too many weird hats and that her form of pronouncing Dutch a way is no one utters. So when my usual Wednesday night movie was interrupted for a newsbreak because Prince Bernhard died I wasn't very touched. He was 93, old, been sick quite a long time, yadiyadiyada.

All I thought was this:
'Damn.. He'll be burried here (here as in: my city). It'll be a mess. O no! They'll take away the streetlamp near my club! No I'll have nothing to tie my scooter too...'

I am so compassionate...