The Little Funeral

Yesterday we lost another fish, quite unexpectedly. The thought had crossed my mind that the little sharkie looking fish wasn't eating like he had been but I still remain optimistic that things will turn out okay no matter how many times they do not.

My son and I went to the tank to see how everyone was and there he floated, bobbing up and down, pushed around by the dinosaur spewing bubbles from the bottom of the tank.

I told Julius we'd have to flush him down the toilet and he was really excited about, way more excited than I thought decent. I tried to put an appropriate solemn tone to the whole process reminding him that when animals die they don't come back to life ever again so we needed to be sad and thoughtful about it for a little while. He wasn't.

He ran to the bathroom and stood waiting for me to carry the fish in and dump him into the toilet bowl. We stood there for a moment and gave a thoughtful eulogy for He Who Has Passed Before Us:

Dear God, thank You for the enjoyment we received from this fine fish. We're very sorry that he died. Amen.

And then we flushed and he swirled off into the great ocean in the sky.