Burial at sea......

I found a corpse in my bed last night. I went into my bedroom, turned down the bed and went back into the bathroom for a glass of water. When I returned there he was, dead as a doornail, lying on my pretty green and white striped sheet. I stood and looked at his pitiful carcass for a minute. Then I got nostalgic for Max. If Max was still alive he would have taken care of the body for me.   

Max and I had been together for five years, but then one day I found him floating, bloated and dead, no obvious marks on his body; he’d apparently just given up the ghost.

I heaved a sigh and picked up the deceased with two fingers.

It seemed such a waste to flush the freshly dead and still juicy midge down the sink, but hey, with no Siamese fighting fish to feed it to, unless I felt like a little extra protein in my own diet, it was the only circle of life thing I could think of to do.