Mister Horremus enjoyed performing pointless tasks on a daily basis which underlined in his opinion the utter meaninglessness of life itself. One summer he decided to count leaves in a nearby forest and tried to give each tree a name that started with the letter 'F'. In the following winter he felt that shovelling snow around those trees he hadn't named yet was the right thing to do, as in the summer he had quickly run out of names starting with an 'F' and now, in the cold of winter, felt guilt towards those nameless trees. 

Life had a meaning after all.