Dearest Mo,
There’s no easy way to put this. You see, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I have decided to draw my life to a conclusion. There’s been so many happy times, fat too many to list, but I simply feel that it’s time to move along. I’m old and slow and not as reliable as I used to be, and it upsets me to continue in this way. I hope that you will understand: you’ll find everything you need to go on without me neatly stacked in the middle drawer.
Thanks for everything—take care of yourself.
Goodbye cruel world…
Your Hard Drive.