The Color Of Sympathy Day!
It's gray. That's what color everyone is when you come home from the courthouse after your girlfriend took the stand. They buried her up there.
"I just know she didn't do it," you tell your gray Dad.
Your gray Dad shakes his head and says, "Poor little guy. It'll be all right."
You look over at your mom shaking her head in the corner, her eyebrows up high. Man, is she gray.
"How's about I make you some dinner. Whatever you want," she says.
"I can't eat," you say. "But I guess I better, if I don't want to become as gray as all of you."
Just then your little brother comes running through the room. "Mike's in love with an enemy combatant! Mike's in love with an enemy combatant!" he sings. He casts a very healthy pink and beige light.
"Shut uuuup!" you say.
"Don't listen to him," your father says to you. "Wanna rent a movie?"
At Blockbuster, you watch the kid behind the counter to see if he notices how gray your Dad looks. He doesn't, which means the color of sympathy is in the eye of the person on the receiving end of said sympathy.
Happy The Color Of Sympathy Day!