Don't be fooled: someone at board level (Darwin D?) got tired of such an endless load of bullsh*t and asked for a head - share price tanking, revenue and profit declining by double digits, debt piling up, equity falling of a cliff... and all because Steve B + gang are slooow and baaad on execution.
So someone asked Steve B: "I want a head; if it is yours or someone else's, your call".
And Steve B, happily sat on his mid 60s, having nowhere to go with his reputation worthing less than Xerox stock, put Bruno's head (his fellow friend, his buddy, his "everything") on a silver plate and promptly handed it over to whoever asked for it.
As Steve's dearest friend and comrade-in-arms, his dismissal turned into something of a state funeral, with all kinds of eulogies and reminders of how good he is, of his “pattern recognition,” and of how well he will do out there as CEO of a company that is still unknown (BS) and also as a member of the Board.
And, dear friends, when farewells of this kind border on, or directly enter into, exaggeration and hyperbole, you start to get suspicious. From that moment on, the corporate narrative and the established script take control in an attempt to hide what, in my eyes, is more than obvious: someone is getting tired of the company going downhill at breakneck speed while the executives in charge continue with their supremacist rhetoric of “nobody sees what I see,” their denial of reality that “things are going great”, and their constant contradictions, desperately calling all employees to arms to try to save H2... and avoid having to hand over more heads on silver platters.