RIP I lost my old iPhone 6, and it was so dear to me I couldn't replace it.

# A Noir Farewell TO AN IPHONE 6 They say every case gets closed eventually. Mine just happened to close sooner than expected, and it took my best informant with it. I'm talking about the iPhone 6—a sleek piece of machinery that sat in my palm like fate itself, glowing in the darkness of this godforsaken world. Found it cold and lifeless on a Tuesday morning, screen shattered like a femme fatale's promises, battery drained dry as a suspect's alibi. Murder, they called it. I call it the kind of tragedy that only happens to guys like me.