Fishy

A couple of days ago Scott woke up to find one of our two goldfish missing. We had adopted two of them leftover from the Prom and didn't expect them to live longer than a day or so. As fate would have it, we are almost a month into it and they are going strong. So, double checking the bowl one morning, he found only one fish. As we started to walk around the kitchen, something caught his eye. Could it be? Yes, our fish was lying on the floor. Dead. A bit suspicious.


As one would expect a 7 year old girl to react, there were a few tears shed on behalf of his life. (And the 28 cents paid to Wal-Mart.) So needless to say a funeral was in order.
Luckily for Sophie (and Scott) her friend Cassidy was very touched by this fish's life as well, so she participated in the service. Shovel in hand, the three of them walk solemnly to the burial location on this sad, gray day. Here they are preparing the burial location.

A moment of silence please. Reverence people, reverence for those who have passed.
And what would the fish have wanted most? Some singing and dancing to celebrate his short life. An investigation is still underway as to the circumstances surrounding his death. It's fishy.