This is a cup my dead friend Joe's mother gave me when I went to his funeral. Joe gave this cup to everyone he knew, and had one waiting for me the day I would go visit him. In short, the cup has some sentimental value. I took it to work to not only use it, but to remember my friend. Well, several times I have found it in the sink, obviously used by someone there. It's not such a big crime, but I wonder why they would have to do such a thing. So now, the cut is stored in my locker at work, where no one else can get to it.