Originally Posted by Shem
I depise people who just flush pet fish down the toilet because it's 'just a fish'.
My brother and his first wife had a Siamese Fighting Fish they named Guido. Guido was a bit of a loner. He didn't say much, and his facial expressions were unreadable. A low-key, inner-directed sort of fish.
When Guido died, it could honestly be said that no one had ever truly known him. But some sort of deep, unspoken bond must have formed nonetheless -- because my brother Noel carefully wrapped the deceased in Kleenex, placed him in a watch box, and buried him under a tree in my parent's backyard.
Then Noel came inside, ate two popsicles, and Elmer's-glued the sticks together into a cross.
"How do you know he was a Christian?" I asked him.
"Well," said my brother, "his name was
Guido. Ya gotta figure."
So as the sun sank low in the suburban sky, my brother tapped the little cross into the ground over Guido's grave, bowed his head, and said:
"Here lies Guido, a damn fine fish. Amen."