R.I.P. Uncle Phil

I thought we'd go all the way to sign-off together, but all you ever met was your maker. So enthused to gather the innocent, meandering minds of new Big Brand employees and focus their glassy eyes on the world of cellular salesmanship, you never saw coming the focus-group smiles and head-shine double-glances that would forebear your now-overplayed demise. It could have been the comb over. It could have been the tache. It could've been the underlying creepiness sadly precedes an old man that is just too damn happy. What could he hiding?

Wisdom... Not for mass consumption.