2) Throw caution to the wind, embrace your inner hippie, and buy a shit load of crystals
3) Plant new life in the hollow containers of said now-dead flowers (and feelings)
4) Rejoice! Your friends will marvel at your new pseudo-spiritual zen garden, your questionable and sudden urge to only wear flowy caftans, and will probably think you've read all the yoga/philosophy books on your shelf (You have not.)
5) Don't get all smug about it. You planted some plants, not saved humanity.
