Isn't it kind of funny the way deodorants all die the same death?
As you pop off the lid, the oval-shaped remainder of your depleted anti-perspirant flies majestically through the air and lands at your feet, cracked and broken, as though that flight were its one last attempt at greatness. It can no longer be stuffed back into the container, as has been done once or twice before, but only scraped up from the floor and tossed away. Oh deoderant, what wonders did you carry with you, nevermore to be revealed? Shall I ever grace my armpits more with your sweet scent?