Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Define: Epic

Last time one of our goldfish died (Mittens, to be specific), we borrowed a trumpet and I played the most pathetic Taps you've ever heard when we flushed her. Him? I don't think we ever decided.

In any case, we decided that the next time, we should actually bury the fish.

And we did not have to wait long, unfortunately.

Eustace has passed on (Victoria did too, but I've been sick and we just flushed her), and today we shall bury him outside of Casey Mellinger's window whilst belting out My Heart Will Go On.

It will be epic.