This reminds me of the day when I was in Grade Two and the teacher took us to the school library, or maybe it was the bookmobile. As we started reading our books, one kid after another asked the teacher how to say this or that word. The teacher was busy and told the class that if they came to a word they couldn't read, to ask me instead of her.
This felt awesome... for about ten seconds. I was so swamped by classmates asking me how to say words that for me were absurdly simple that I was unable to enjoy my own book.
Dead in Wallys cube means he will never return as the Angel of Investors to back all the get-rich-quick-apps the Competent Engineers are making in their spare time.