Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance… we’ve all been there. Within a tiny lapse of judgment our phone has plopped into the toilet, shattered from falling out of your hands while trying to Instagram your dinner, or just overloaded and quit the freaking bed. Our trendy little sidekick is gone, and suddenly you are facing the 5 stages of grief – as examined by the death of your smartphone.
“I’m going to stick this in rice for the next 36 hours and it’ll be FINE! There is no way it won’t come back to life! I mean, I only dropped it into a pot of boiling water while snap chatting my roommate the mac n’ cheese I’m about to throw down. EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY.”
“HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID?! WHAT WAS I THINKING?! HOW AM I GOING TO TWEET NOW?!”
“DEAR GOD I promise I’ll never skip another class again. I’ll spend every weekend from here on out in the library. I WILL CALL MY MOM EVERYDAY… just bring back my phone!”
Mom: You can have my upgradeYou: