Imagine This

In addition to a love of Columbo and the ability to be a complete ass (sorry bro, we agree to disagree on this point), I inherited some really sweet objects from my father. For some time, I had been working up to buying myself a Montblanc pen, and then he kicked and voilá! A pen I had no knowledge of, which was just about perfect for my hands fell into my life. Thanks, Pop.

They don't make this model any more, and it does require occasional maintenance, so I trot myself down to Mayfair and have a man in a suit open the door for me. In the past few years they have been increasing their line of precision writing instruments for dead people to the point where the shop is now wall-to-wall pictures of dead celebs next to pens. What's so offensive, besides the use of dead celebrities to hawk what ought to be something which is crafted well-enough enough to transcend commercialism...well, no, that's actually what's really offensive.

The first model that got me riled was the John Lennon 'Imagine' pen.

Seriously?
Mad props still go to Wax Audio for that.