Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, to mourn the passing of an old and faithful friend. Magimix, my trusty food processor mixed its last batch of gingernuts on Sunday morning, after thirteen years of loyal service. In its final moments, dear old Magimix expired in a puff of smoke and a nasty smell before being carried out into the garden to the wails of "Oh bugger!"
You will be sadly missed, old friend. Rust in pieces.