In 2025, 67 was word of the year. In 2026, everyone says it’s dead.

When it once was trendy and culturally applauded to scream those two sequential numbers with a specific inflection and shake your hands like a scale of an unknown quantity, now the brave soul who meekly presents a reference is given a cold rejection and the dreaded eye roll of disdain from six or seven of their peers.

Six-seven died from natural causes. Natural causes, of course, being the adult population, who in their eternal quest to remain “hip” and “young,” adopted the slang of the youth with disastrous consequences. Teachers brought it up in classes, and your mom probably tried to use it.

But what was exemplary about 67 was its life, and, though short, it touched the hearts of almost every chronically online person and at least six or seven of the people around them. Culture truly embraced it. It was featured in South Park. In December, Google added a search engine Easter egg about it. It was covered by national and global news sites like CNN. It even infiltrated the ivory halls of democracy through the efforts of Congressmen Bill Buckbee and Blake Moore.

And then there were the memes. So widespread that if you put them side to side they could span the globe six or seven times.

Six-seven truly fell like Rome, a great and mighty empire so widespread that it could no longer carry its own weight.

Part of 67’s strength was its universal availability for everyone. It wasn’t a status symbol, it wasn’t a political statement, it wasn’t expensive, for all it cost was a touch of irony. And in this way the adolescents of the world could unite.

Six-seven is survived by its father, Skrilla, who originally sang the song 67 came from, 67 Kid Maverick Trevillian, its successor 41, and fellow brainrottie Ballerina Cappuchina.

Six-seven will always be in our hearts and minds whenever we count to ten, see a player’s jersey, or pass by a street name. Because even when the young have become the old, and their minds have allegedly flushed brainrot from their consciousnesses, whenever they see a six, or a seven, there’s a 67% chance that they’ll think of 67 and with it the infinitely meaningful meaning of meaninglessness.