I don't want to buried in a pet cemetary

We had a tragedy in our house today. My 7-year-old nephew likes few animals, but has wanted a pet. He prefers non-mammals, so on Wednesday, I took him to the pet store and we got two fish. He was so excited, he wanted to tell everyone. He called up grandma and grandpa to tell them.

Today, the larger of the two died. It was obvious early this morning that he wasn't going to make it, so I had a couple of hours to prepare Steven for the loss.

He has since made a lovely grave for him with a head stone and a big banner picture of his fish. It never even had a name, but he's calling it Fishy.

Rest in peace, Fishy.



Steven's now outside with a recorder (which he has never played before) trying to play a funeral dirge.

Here's the grave: