I love this story!!!
Maybe the little guy had some lutefisk in him to get a Viking funeral.
All my goldfish, John and Paul, got were - my parents reciting the Kadish and then a long nice flush while my sister and I cried.
In our defenses, the fishies died before our sixth birthdays. Other goldfish, Mick and Keith ended up buried in old jewelry boxes, in the backyard, but they too got the Kadish. I guess my parents wanted me to know it before a real family member died, or before I read Alan Ginzberg. :)
Every thing happens for a reason.
As a kid, it seems to make the whole cycle complete, when you have a ceremony.