Taking a break in discovering the next breakthrough in horrible convenient foods, Farnsworth was shuffling down the hall and could hear the merriment and simply joy radiating out of the vice principal's office, along with the jaunty 24-bit music.

Of course, he couldn't let such pure happiness continue to live. He poked his head in through the door.

"Bea Arthur is dead!"

And, with that, he shuffled off, back to work, humming, because he may have succeeded in killing fun, but he could not avoid being earwormed.