We're grateful to you, little tea kettles.
Grateful for all the piping hot tea that you supplied to us on frosty winter nights.
Grateful to you for warming our babies' baths night after night, and letting them splash with delight while all the day's soil and germs were gently washed away.
Grateful to you for the relaxing foot baths that we gave to our parents and grandparents, soothing them after a day of hard walking and working.
Grateful that you never needed repairs or new batteries or re-charging or polishing. Grateful that you were simple and reliable.
And now here you are with so many of your brothers and sisters and you're going on to your next life.
I'm not sure if the person who loaded you onto this truck was going for an artistic effect but I think you all look spectacular. So random and yet so uniform, so massive and yet so intricate.
Maybe in your next life you'll come back as a flagpole and you'll get to preside over something grand and important for decades to come.
Maybe you'll come back as a hubcap and you're going to see the whole country.
Maybe you'll be a Coke can and that might not be that interesting. Sorry if it does turn out that way.
But whatever it is, I wish you well. And thank you again for all you did for us.