The ants on our table are confused. They are occupying themselves by making sure that every dot painted on our table-top is not in fact a bitty morsel of food, but on a quiet corner, if you listen very closely with the aid of an ear trumpet, you might hear two ants discussing the recent tragedy:

Billy Ant: Why would Dan-deity smite us so? Have we not pleased him, gathering all of the sacred food morsels his mighty lips have touched? Have we not done the best we can, hauling them back to our altar in the secret lair?

Elvis Priestly Ant: Fear not, for Dan is great, and takes care to speak with us through his internet blog, Shirtless-o'clock. I've sent ahead Alan Ant to the IBM field of keys. He will do a sacred shaman dance on the holy button patch, and bring back tidings from our lord, Dan, who has set us on the right path because he loves us so.

Billy Ant: What about the fallen ones?

Elvis Priestly Ant: Only the good Dan knows why he took them from us. Perhaps it is best for our work here on the lord's table, that they not be with us. Perhaps they are to act as a warning to us; after all, Jerry Ant spent his days on the bump of HEINZ Tomato Ketchup, the sauce of his demise. Sure, his life on this table was filled with physical pleasure, but be certain that he is finding his spiritual life in great ruin. No, the HEINZ will not comfort him where he is now...

Billy Ant: ...and Goodly Andrew Ant? What was his crime? Day in and day out, he toiled at the broccoli bit, bringing it back to health... now he lies dead beside it. How fitting that his decaying body will nourish it!

Elvis Priestly Ant: Your doubt is foolish, billy. Have you not felt his grand presence in happier times? It's incomprehensible that Dan would bring us here simply to punish us. No, he concerns himself with our affairs merely because of the wealth of love he has to give... I must get back to my holy work, and you to yours.

Billy Ant: Indeed you are right, Elvis Priestly Ant, sir. I'll now return to scouring the table. If only it were not so hard, and the food morsels not so tightly packed... alas, I will find a loose grain for our glory!

Elvis Priestly Ant: No, it's the glory of Dan. Remember Billy, always remember...