Putting the Fun in Funeral
Some deaths come suddenly or too soon and can really hit hard, others seem to be a blessed relief. Similarly, some funerals can be deeply upsetting and sad, others can make you want to hug the world.
Mmm, don't want to bring you down or anything, but tell us your funeral stories...
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 9:31)
Some deaths come suddenly or too soon and can really hit hard, others seem to be a blessed relief. Similarly, some funerals can be deeply upsetting and sad, others can make you want to hug the world.
Mmm, don't want to bring you down or anything, but tell us your funeral stories...
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 9:31)
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RIP Fush
When our beloved goldfish Fush finally glooped his last Mr weebear and I couldn't bear to send him to the great U-bend in the sky and decided to give him a proper burial.
We wrapped him in spring flowers and Bounty kitchen roll and laid him to rest in the communal gardens where we live. Somewhat embarrassed about being such a pair of anthropomorphic soft twunts, however, we decided to do it under the cover of darkness.
Upon covering him up, we decided to put some small rocks on the top of the grave to mark it. Mr weebear scrabbled about a bit under a tree for a few and spotted a particularly fine large pebble to crown Fush's final resting place. On picking it up, it was suprisingly light and, well, chalky.
It was an enormous white dog shit. Who says you don't see it any more, eh?
Spoiled the service a bit.
( , Fri 12 May 2006, 13:15, Reply)
When our beloved goldfish Fush finally glooped his last Mr weebear and I couldn't bear to send him to the great U-bend in the sky and decided to give him a proper burial.
We wrapped him in spring flowers and Bounty kitchen roll and laid him to rest in the communal gardens where we live. Somewhat embarrassed about being such a pair of anthropomorphic soft twunts, however, we decided to do it under the cover of darkness.
Upon covering him up, we decided to put some small rocks on the top of the grave to mark it. Mr weebear scrabbled about a bit under a tree for a few and spotted a particularly fine large pebble to crown Fush's final resting place. On picking it up, it was suprisingly light and, well, chalky.
It was an enormous white dog shit. Who says you don't see it any more, eh?
Spoiled the service a bit.
( , Fri 12 May 2006, 13:15, Reply)
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