That’s very sad, on some level.

I am assuming then, that you have much better luck with belts than I do. The life expectancy of a belt on me is about one year if it is lucky. They all die the same fate, the fate of a belt doomed to hold up the pants of a man with no rear end!

My belts have deceased at the same rate at which my waistline size has increased. Rarely have I owned a belt for more than a couple of years. That sounds like some extraordinary belt indeed! It’s a shame that its run may be over. But at least it doesn’t sound like your ready to completely part ways with it...are you? ;-)

I’ve been about the same size since grad school, pretty much.  But no, the belt is gone, totally gone.  It made such a hollow sound as I dropped it into an empty waste basket. And that’s okay too.  I make a few hollow sounds myself on occasion.

why does an Ikea commercial come to mind here… i picture a small lamp, sitting by itself on the curb in the rain…

Entropy in action my friend—all belts, and other types of matter, are evolving to a state of inert uniformity, returning to the earth from once they came.