Nature morte

That's French for still life, and appropriate for this bunch of most sincerely dead flowers.

They sat on my coffee table and when I was cleaning I moved them to a corner, where I promptly forgot about their existence, instead of throwing them away as I'd meant to. A week or so later, I was vacuuming and oops, there was a big vase of dead flowers hiding beside the end table. They were oddly lovely in their decrepitude, so here they are, immortalized.