The day my car was stolen, I totally freaked out. In my particular case, freaking out apparently involves going to Marshall Field's and wildly buying expensive flowers. Here are just a few of the flowers I bought, orchids and calla lilies. They comforted me, with their grace and beauty, and when I confessed my compulsive flower-buying-spree to Jed, he offered to buy them for me.
The moral of the story is: having flowers is good, but having Jed is better.
That's my moral, anyway.