I am surprised you chose today to leave me. The orange glow of your light has gone away. I can not believe it has ended like this. I have been grinding you beans since 1994. I have filtered water for you. I am sorry I never cleaned you. I loved you and your simplicity. You have been very very good to me. You have brewed in my four states. I understand it is time to rest. I will miss you. I am getting a headache. I hate to say goodbye. Not even one last filter for old times?