A slow rendition of taps echoes across our small living room... on the other side the sparsely furnished room a small table cradles the remains of the once proud device. As the lifeless little silver body lies there in silence, the unspoken eulogy of it's life passes through my mind. Thousands of appointments kept, thousands of timely alarms - always on schedule, hundreds of phone numbers - with birthdays and such, pictures, movies, our DVD library, class notes, task lists, weather, driving directions... even the finances all kept in order. It is a sad day. On its deathbed, it allowed one final sync to ensure that nothing was left unfinished, ensuring a legacy for the next generation. I will miss my Palm Tungsten E.