I hear you, Beagle. I remember. Silliness was considered to be a good thing.
But now...now that we have awoken from the nightmare known as "fun", we are free to watch the seconds crawl past in somber, mournful, and hopeless despair. The future stretches out before us, bleak, empty, vast and pointless. "Abandon all silliness, ye who enter here." Naught awaits us now but a dark and venomous silence. Patient and cruel, it swallows its victims slowly, salivating over every despairing inch of doomed flesh. Alone and forgotten, we ease into the muck, vanishing in quiet insignificance. Even the breeze fails, utterly convinced of its own pointless existence until all else has faded away in the hanging gloom. Entropy ascends, sneering in disdain upon the wasteland formerly known as the Coffee House.
Have a Joyless Day. Just Sirius...