Because it's just the right thing to do.  

And because

mssrcrankypants loves him a good haiku.  :P



The Three Bad Deaths of Jack Haringa


I.

time trav'ling horned horse
splits our cranky hero like
an infinitive 

II.

verbed nouns slip into
Jack's room: he never wakes as
they "ninja" him dead 

III.

Platonic Ideal:
The Perfect Book--no nits to pick,
He finally rests