*** Well done! I thought I was weird about my special belongings, but you have given me new perspective... but I do confess I didn't laugh until I stopped reading, I actually felt your sadness and loss. And I do feel your loss...really I do... Someday, maybe the ipod will be born again (once it has been recycled) and you and it will be together again. maybe they will even give it more gigs of memory... anyway you wrote this well, I truly liked it...Bravo...keep writing...***

 Okay, can I, first off, just say thank you? Thank you so much, I REALLY needed a laugh and this was just unbelievably perfect, so thank you ever so much. The title alone made me click and read. I have personally never owned an iPod and I somehow don't think that I'll own one anytime in the near future, but I couldn't believe it when I actually felt my eyes well up while reading this piece, because, while I have never suffered the loss of an iPod, I have endured the loss of a computer, a CD player, a cell phone, and a personal electronic diary. It is painful. We take our electronics for granted, and when they are gone, we are left with an empty hole that is only partially filled in when we go to the store to buy a new one. Financial situation pending. I found this very touching and very ridiculous all at the same time. Most of all, though, this was so well written! You must have really loved your iPod to inspire such lingual grace. I'm sorry for your loss, though. I hope you get a new one. Black, with a video screen and more gigabytes.

That was an awesome piece. I love how you bring into the piece the various songs that you had listened to on the iPod and I thought the last part was hilarious and fitting. The diction that you use does a really good job at conveying the emotions connected to the iPod throughout the poem. Bravo!

 You've really captured the essence of the American dream, I think, the way we've taken our most cherished music and made it so mass-portable and all-important.  I feel like I should be mourning the narrator, and not just for the loss of iPod, but also for the loss of individuality.  Your story reads like a love poem to a dying romance, the yearning for a love lost young.  It's witty and poignant and, in its own way, scary.  All these treasured thoughts for mechanical music device, the regret for damage wrought upon an LCD screen.

And yet, reading this, what scares me most is not that the narrator experiences these things, but that I totally relate...it really makes me wonder about the kind of relationships I have, now that I keep my iPod sealed up in its case, safely stowed away on my desk, never to see the train or the sky or the first hint of rain for fear I might drop it in a puddle.  Yes, you've definitely captured the modern age.

 Though my feeble efforts to capture your spirit, iPod, will be but candlelight to the morning sunshine you cast over us, nor could my presence here substitute for that irreplaceable glow of happiness you shone to all those gathered here, trust that as your closest friend, I do my utmost to remember how you brought so much joy your two short years.

This is a bit of a run-on that could easily be broken down, just a bit. One period, perhaps?

Ha, and at the end of each trip, we were both so exhausted that we’d always crash together on the bed to recharge our batteries.

Wow, this is nitpicky, but the word 'both' is unnecessary, since, as of yet, you've only talked about you and ipod. Sorry. Had to get that out. It bugged me.

I will say too iPod, that

Should there be a comma after 'too'?

Nothing I or anyone here had was more valuable than you,

Nothing I, or anyone here, had was more valuable than you... Is that how you meant it?  I'm a bit confused.

I laughed, I cried, I understood you loss and pain.  God rest, dear iPod.  God rest.

Thanks for the read. Sorry for the nitpicking.

You made my day with this eulogy and I hank you for it. Isn't it horrible when iPods die? My sympathies, if yours did actually die. I have found a way to revive them, though. It only works when they die because of being uncharged for a few weeks. It's saved me from holding a memorial service quite a few times. There are some good song and bands you named in here, especially "Shipping Up to Boston". I really liked this!