My toothpaste finally died.
On New Year’s Day.
To be honest, there was still some left in the tube, I could see it if I stared down its neck – but I didn’t want it to suffer the indignity of being squeezed up into a ball to have every last drop of anything it had to give wrung violently from within. So I let it go, peacefully, in the bin.
RIP Toothpaste