Pam: I'd also like to say a few words if that's okay.
Michael Scott: Yes.
Pam: What do we know about this bird? You might think, "Not much, it's just a bird. But we do know some things.
We know it was a local bird. Maybe it's that same bird that surprised Oscar that one morning with a special present from above."
Kevin: I remember that. That was so funny.
Pam: And we know how he died, flying into the glass doors. But you know what? I don't think he was being stupid. I think he just really, really wanted to come inside our building to spread his cheer and lift our spirits with a song.
Dwight K. Schrute: It's not a songbird.
Pam: An impression, then. Lastly, we can't help but notice that he was by himself when he died, but of course we all know that doesn't mean he was alone, because I am sure that there were lots of other birds out there who cared for him very much. He will not be forgotten.
Angela: Amen.
[Dwight begins playing "On the Wings of Love" on his recorder]
Pam: [singing] Just smile for me and let the day begin You are the sunshine that lights my heart within