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(curtains open. the nested table rears it's much-maligned head)

(enter stage left, the FRAME, shaking his head knowingly at the pain of the nested table)

FRAME: you do realize, Sir Nest Ed Table, that you are soon to join me on the edges of the internet, an outcast from respectable elements of HTML...

NESTED TABLE: but I do have utility! I may be over-the-top for borders, but for bottom right aligning something I am much simpler than css, and much better supported

FRAME: yes, used with care you can be useful. but remember, so am I, yet I still live in infamy of my chrome borders and bookmark problems

NESTED TABLE: but it is not our fault! We weren't born bad, we're just coded that way!

FRAME: Well, it may be some sixteen year old scanning nude celebrities who brought us down this path, but it is us who pay, not they who sinned.

NESTED TABLE: Ahh, but lets be honest. Every self-righteous web designer has at some point in time used nested tables or frames. I've seen even top-of-the-line hand coders bring Netscape 4.7 to its knees at thier little russian boxes of tables.

FRAME: but the web is not the place for admitting one's own faults. Look at the dot bomb! How many people have you met who say they'd invested heavily in the internet? Yet several billion dollars of citizens money sunk down that virtual hole.

NESTED TABLE: is there a place for us, for us maligned remnants of earlier html? We who are cast off by maturing web designers like the velveteen rabbit?

FRAME: purgatory, perhaps?

NESTED TABLE: yes, we are the ghosts of website past, forever haunting the cracks and trestles of the Internet, but we'll never be on a list apart

(FRAME rests his arm over NESTED TABLE's shoulder, and they walk off into the sunset)

(CUE CURTAIN. Closing music: "Look what they've done to my song, mom")

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