A lightbulb rarely dies of natural causes, at least in my experience. It’s usually the seemingly innocuous flip of a switch, followed by a momentary flash of light, concomitant with the audible “tzzzt” of the bulb’s final breath…and then darkness.
A violent death – the last gasp of a supernova. Think about it: when was the last time you were, for example, lounging in the armchair, tidying up the loose ends to “Harry Potter: The Prisoner of Azkaban,” the pleasing glow of the Sylvania Summer Daylight 60-Watt illuminating your studies, when suddenly, but ever-so-eloquently, you are cast into darkness as the bulb silently lets loose the last of its lumens, the 10,000th of its promised hours having been fulfilled?
I have never witnessed a lightbulb go gently into that good night; it rages, it rages, as out goes the light.