The strange, unrecognizable sound was something that bore resemblance to both a fizzle and a sizzle, if you’ll allow me that distinction. Whatever it was, my reaction once I did identify the source, was disbelief followed by grief. The cause of the noise, and the ensuing darkness, was an expensive light bulb I’d invested in back in 2013 under the premise that it might outlive me. It was, for its time, cutting edge illumination technology: an LED bulb that promised to shed warm, cozy light for 22.8 years when employed an average of three hours a day. If you can remember that far back cold, harsh light better adapted to an interrogation room than a living room was the norm for pretenders to the incandescent throne.