First Ed McMahon.
Then Farrah Fawcett.
Then Michael Jackson.
Then Billy Mays.
Then the power supply on my computer.
Clearly there is some sort of conspiracy going on here.
I have currently locked myself in the bathroom with my laptop, and the Emergency Tinfoil. I’m not coming out until I crack the code and I’m sure that it’s safe. Or until my wife starts yelling at me. Whichever comes first.